Northstar Vale Blue and Yellow

Calmly, she released him with an eloquent warning, and Lecter rolled his shoulders to rid them of the strain. "Ah, no. It is not each day that I am dragged into another land and made to walk through the forest as a hostage." Pale ears cupped toward her above the glow of his cold eyes. "It will be intriguing to see where it is you are taking me."

Quietly, Lecter fell into step alongside the woman, matching her stride. Speed he did not have, but the stamina for a long walk, the slim legs of a messenger; these Sos had granted him, though in truth the shaman would have made a poor bringer of messages. He loathed the neighbors of his current pack, and did not intend to meet the wolves of the other alliances.