Firestone Hot Springs lakes formed in the wolf's tracks

he paused as skwol asked him the question, puzzling over his response for a long moment. no pack-scent clung to this man's pelt, and he seemed friendly. and morningside must be a well-enough known presence in the flatlands that telling this man something he could find out easily enough would likely be of no harm.

"morningside," aditya said finally, his tone light but his eyes, so like a hawk's, fixed on the man. who asks? you--you alone?

there was trouble brewing in teekon; he could feel it. tensions surrounding many of the packs, mostly regarding the misdeeds of that southern band of wolves. and the incident at their own border, that had ended in a tail ripped from its base, an eye from its socket.