Blacktail Deer Plateau it was simple, said the fiend

he used this time to collect his thoughts, choosing that which he would say to behati, but the occurrence of definite spoor beside their borders provoked a growl from his throat. "yes," he answered with a tight nod, angling himself so that he was betwixt the younger wolf and the potential danger that lay in the shadows.

at the end of their terse trek, all that could be located was the half-eaten carcass of a hare and a few pale hairs fallen from the pelt of the loner. lasher drew in the scent surrounding the meat, then that of the prey itself. it had been a fresh kill; it was not carrion, but behati was intelligent enough to know these things for herself.

"my son is hotheaded, as are many wolves of his age. with temperaments like the ones possessed by his mother and myself, you would not think it, but there is it." his gaze came to rest upon the girl. "you yourself have a streak of such." lasher fell silent then, waiting for behati to speak.