Blood on my Hands

New thread?!

Jawline produced a nod at the leader's request. Luckily, for the Coho-bred wolf, there was already a decent knowledge of plants that grew native in this region. It was only a matter of time to acquire this new knowledge base and put it to great use. Perhaps towards the rogue plain wolf that had dared strike an enemy with the Sawtooth.

"Tomorrow morning?" he reasoned with a drop of attention towards the waning sunlight. A decent majority of the morning had been swallowed up in border duties with still much to do. A den was needing to be fashioned for the former drifter as well as a meal stash to help supplement decreasing weight. The spider would be little use if spindly figure continued to diminish. 

Ears preened upwards thoughtfully, hopeful that this date would bring bonding and fruition of new information.