Dragoncrest Cliffs you can't even trust the air you breathe

more wolves were emerging from the woodland -- tachyon's sheared ears swiveled as a female materialized. she hung back enough where tachyon was inclined to believe she was hiding. his lantern-yellow gaze focused on her for but a moment before returning to the shoal-colored agouti before him. if there was one thing tachyon could appreciate, it was a levelheadedness -- and it appeared between the stumbling aduin and the stalwart sebastian that he was in like-minded company.

he didn't see the harm in disclosing of his past with these two (three now) wolves, and so he obliged to the male's inquiry. "yes - only last night, really." it occurred to him that a capable, large male like himself alone in the woods was suspicious and a bid for past misdeeds. he certainly did not want the wrong impression. "my pack was doing well, but i wasn't really into their religion." he shrugged, wondering if that would appease any doubt they reserved for him. "what about you two? anything i should know about the area?"