Whitefish River I've never been afraid of any deviation.

He agreed that the pack was strong despite its size. Zig didn't think he'd fit in well with a big pack anyway. When Erzulie stated she wanted to rest for a bit, Zig nodded. He did not miss her silent invitation, and with a yawn of his own, he rested his head on his paws and drifted to sleep. The closeness of a packmate was comforting enough that he felt sleeping here for a bit with her. When they woke, he supposed he would head back to Ironsea with her; he had been gone for too long.