Blacktail Deer Plateau A slamming door and a lesson learned

lasher gave a low growl at dante's words; mordecai had been a man whom the beta had trusted, with whom his children had played and hunted. such plans could have been laid before the feet of the leadership and accepted graciously -- dante, himself, and the willow were not unreasonable beasts. "traitors walk among good creatures always," he muttered, scuffing at the dirt beneath his paws aimlessly.

he wondered if the two would go to peregrine -- of course he would welcome them, defectors from the pack who so hated him, and that which the caldera loathed, in his mind. a long sigh escaped him; lasher glanced to his alpha. "i am sorry, dante," he murmured somberly.