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

Whatever strange affliction had taken over the spider upon his beta's approach was swiftly staunched with the discussion of Lusa. Topic turned militant. The crackling heat beneath the Delta's skin was quelled and stilled, just a small tremor of muscles attempting to warm within the dampness of the evening. 

Stay close. The spider would do as instructed. Reluctantly. 

The invitation to walk with the bear-wolf was met with action, a bitter cold step lurching the inky wolf forward. Ears preened atop head to absorb every detail, curiously digesting the strange words and how they so fluently slipped off the tongue of his pallid companion. Inuluk was an enemy and sounded far too superior to be placed upon the worthless that tallied the Sawtooth rage. 

A small scratching of wide paws provided a (mostly absent) scent mark within the soil, tending after the larger leader at a steady pace to reawaken frozen muscles. "What about promise?" he asked behind the ghostly outline of superior, inky ears preening forward to catch response.