Wapun Meadow tusk

venextos did not take the news sourly; he had met the wolf, and their exchange had been neutral -- but not warm. perhaps the fault was in his reaction to the stranger -- if there was one thing venextos had learned, it was to trust no one save his brother.

he did not regret keeping his guard up, though it was true three was often better than two when it came to traveling in numbers. a shame for them perhaps, though if fate was kind perhaps some day their paths would cross again. his gaze followed the diretion garait indicated and he dipped his muzzle in affirmation. "lead the way."