Blackfeather Woods Wake me up when it's all over

The wolf noted a shift in motion. He had an eye for the detail, for everything others tried to hide. He always worked like that, observant and patient, only talking to talk when having to deceive someone else. He did not speak of what he had seen. Had he been higher in rank, maybe had he asked for what was going on, but he was not going to enter the realm of counseling just now. Instead he focused on the conversation at hand.

Tired. He was exhausted. Having traveled when he had barely healed enough just pulled more weight on his shoulder and added to the fatigue of traveling south. "That is a correct assumption. I have been on the road for Burke, only came back two nights ago. My wounds are taking much of my strength,  I think by now you must have heard of the cougar who attacked within pack territory. "