Sleepy Fox Hollow live our lives like we're ready to die

Now that can of worms had been divulged the bear-wolf was relentless with her inquiry. There was no recognition to the other request the inky wolf desired. Dutifully, the beta stepped forward for inspection, little wounds gathered from the squirming brat just a bite upon one paw. The teeth had hardly punctured sensitive object and, since then, the minuscule wounds had calloused over. 

"Lusa's get," he murmured quietly, an inky ear diverting back in border-line paranoia. If any intruders dared overhear the conversation, it would be the last spying ears ever heard. "It's sufficiently broken but living. His damaged life means more than his death. He's Northwest. Into the Woods," he spit with a sullen vehemence. They were nothing, as instructed by Iqniq, and untouchable to the Sawtooth. Scent of the youth tracked back out of the Blackfeather territory but, sadly, the lead had gone sour by a passing herd of some massive ruminants. 

There was no explanation of how the spider knew of the little wolf's existence in the first place. It was paltry when compared to the larger picture.