Duck Lake Settling the debts.

With his nose to the ground, the regal took an easy pace as he trailed along the rising familiarity of the valley. Durnehviir had wished to settle here, and while he missed the coast and the scent of the salt air, he could not deny it had been the best move for their family.

Tracking the movement of a small herd of deer, their scent was staler than he had originally thought, and the wolf chuffed his discontent through flared nostrils.

One ear would casually flick as he heard voices. His form stiffened, though the creek wolf continued his travel closer, soon catching sight of the two wolves.

He was not close enough to fully make out their words, but the Mayfair took the moment to study them, to see what would unfold between the two.