Lost Creek Hollow this youth is stolen by broken bones

He wasn't sure what he expected, finding that almost every wolf that had been along his borders roughly said that the same thing. They could hunt, they could patrol and help defend. Of course, all of those things were very much important to their survival, and not just in the solitary sense. But if there was one thing that he could appreciate, it was the honesty that held fast in her voice.

"Well, we're always in need of good hunters and capable wolves to patrol our borders," he said, nodding agreeably with what she had said. "I will forewarn you that we've had our share of issues along these borders, though," and he supposed if that did not suit her, then things would go uncomfortably. "Do you think you could handle that?"