Kintla Flatlands GDFR

Dissension within their pack. Could Blackfeather not control their followers? She had to wonder, remembering the foolish bitch that had fought herself and Tonravik near to their own borders, unaware that he was actually talking about the very same creature. A cretin that she would run into a second time in the weeks to follow. Perhaps they did not have a large amount of intelligent wolves.

Or perhaps they at least had a few, if they had left the blood and remains of their enemies on their borders. It was something the Spire wolves did with any threat to their own, and she could respect that of him, at the very least. There was something odd about the way the other predators of the lands had been begun to attack the local packs. She would keep it in mind when she reported back to her leader. That would need to be soon, too, so she'd have to get going shortly to check out the plains for herself.

"You got a name?" She had given hers earlier, after all.