Dawnlark Plains the twisted mouth

Pura was unnerved by her curiosity and her questions, but kept his irritation at bay. He could not afford a scene - not now. For all he knew, this wolf was not just passing through.

"Yes and no?" he repeated with a questioning inflection. She may as well not have answered. Pura rose slowly to his feet once more, hind legs planted firmly on the grave of the unfortunate that had crossed his path just as the dinner bell rang. "I don't live here. Do you know about that pack?" Pura's blank eyes shifted to Saena's little slice of the world. A second pack had staked their claim nearby - in the coniferous forest at the foot of a mountain. They had pups - Pura could smell it on the mother's pee, but their borders were well-guarded and Pura was not stupid.