Sawtooth Spire That's the sound of progress, baby!

«I'm all of sorry, made it back.»




Raven had been listening to the conversation for quite some time, aware of Red's mood deteriorating as they neared closer to the pack lands. 

The ivory seemed a bit more than a hassal, someone you had to get on their good side to be accepted by, but someone who have her loyalty once earned. 
Red seemed annoyed by her, the quips he had sparked back and forth making the dark girl chuckle every now and then. 

They had arrived, and before them stood a red wolf with a pelt of fire.


Red knew him? All the easier to get in. 
The ivory questioned their skill.

"It's usually I who tracks down the prey, and Red is the main strongman in the kill. I point the way, and he smashes em. We work as a team."

Rave returned her glance, moving closer to Red.