Flycatcher Downs Sometimes being too courageous is a problem

No worries! I've been in a writing slump with Echelon lately.

Aw, the poor thing. Not that Echelon felt sympathy for him. While it were true that packs disbanded one way or another through time or bad luck, she could not attest to it. Even if she had no pack to back her, she was a wolf of Tartok. And given the breadth of land that Tartok had picked and chose to claim, there was little that put them down. Scattered them, yes, but that was part of their domain. They had started as nothing more than a simple pack from what history she did retain and now, well, they may as well have been an entity far and wide.

"It is a strong pack," she stated in her simple way; nevermind it hadn't been apart of his original query. "We lay claim to the mountains." There was a brief gesture in which way, but she did not signify a solitary peak that was there. Nor would she, really. And when it came to the grand scheme of things, Echelon was just as ignorant as he was with knowledge of the packs around. All that mattered to her was what happened to be close by, and as it were within the range that she kept, there were few things for her to worry after. She did not anticipate the wolves of the valley to come near, nor the wolves of the caldera. North of them lied nothing more than a frozen wasteland fitted to her liking among others.