Duck Lake I haven't always been the King

Grayday huffed in tired laughter. "It's a long story. Maybe you can ask Dawn, if you see her again," he suggested, not wanting to get into the whole Kelina story again. The female hadn't been spotted in months, and Grayday couldn't warn every wolf. Rannoch would just have to deal with it, if the dark shewolf happened to look his way.

Movement at the corner of his eye caught Day's attention. The buck was lumbering to his hooves, apparently rested enough to move on. "Damnit! This thing just doesn't quit," he sighed, glancing back toward Rannoch. "I think we're gonna have to take it down. Is your land nearby? We should try to take it down as close as we can."