Sleeping Dragon burning the letters that might have redeemed you

Sorry for the wait!

Hush followed his Queen dutifully as they walked through the territory. For such a young pack, his Queen already strode confidently though the treacherous land as if she had been born and raised here. There were more than enough heartstopping moments as they climbed over ledges that he was sure that with one misstep a wolf could fall and die. After time after time that Hush felt he might fall over, breaking at best a rib and at worst...dying...his Queen stopped, her paws even looking unsteady on the ground. With a look, to the land below and then one at him, she informs him that this is the pack's meeting ground. Hush nodded understandingly, allowing her to continue. She gestured to the river below, telling him something that sounded very familiar. No hunting below the river. He remembered the Phoenix wolf, then wondered if the agreement was backed with the threat of war, or if it was just a simply act of understanding. It was a question he could not ask, but he nodded regardless.