Bramblepoint With the new day comes new strength

"No, this I intend to take back to my pack," he explained. It was a small offering, but someone would find use of it. There was a sea of faces he did not know within Moonspear, but their scents he was gradually becoming familiar with. In time he believed he would rub elbows with the majority of them, but if he didn't then all would be just as well. His tenure only intended to last until the spring.

When she had finished, it had become his turn to hold up the other end of their deal. "Let's go this way," he instructed bedore once again picking up the hare. The snow was still constant; the aftermath of their reign of terror was swift to disappear beneath the weather conditions. He waited a moment for her to gather herself before setting off.

As the stream came into view once again, he was quick to determine where to cross and led the way. Dirge knew somewhere beyond there rested a safe pocket from the elements from a previous venture in the woods. He had never had a need to use it, but thought the fallen bits of logs and branches would serve her well. This was, of course, assuming it remained unoccupied.