Dawnlark Plains three-day weekend

"Careful when you go further south," he offered, abandoning his thoughts on adding two potential recruits to his ranks -- had either of them sought a pack, they would have spoken up about such when he made mention to his own claim. Because of this, both strangers lost his interest rapidly, though that did not mean he would not offer one last bit of insight to the wayward travelers. "There's a pack there called Blackfeather Woods. They get their kicks out of torturing others," he spoke simply, as if making a random comment about the pleasant weather they had been having.

Forewarned, the moment the two left his sight it would matter little to him what happened onward -- a certain take on life he had learned from Swiftcurrent Creek.