Sleepy Fox Hollow For the Love of All Things Holy

Kero laughed. "Exactly," he said, shaking his head at the thought of his very first encounter in this neck of the woods. "I didn't know what to do with her either so I just walked away. Slowly. Without making any sudden movements." Haha. Alright. That had been embellished a little bit, but the point was sound. He had just walked away from a Blackfeather wolf unscathed. Their reputation was falling a little flat in his eyes. "Not scary at all."

Maybe he'd run into one in a good mood. Who knew?

His ears pricked forward as Luke began to reveal a little of what he knew about the packs around here. Curious. In addition to the ones he was able to sniff out, it appeared as though there were a number of other packs in the works. The opportunities in that respect were vast and endless. He pondered the thought and stored it away to contemplate more thoroughly later. 

"You sound pretty popular in these parts," he said, recognizing that he'd mentioned a small circle of acquaintances. Then again, that's really what it took to start a new pack. Trust and friendship were valuable ingredients. "You trust them, these friends? Enough to give up all of this?"