Otter Creek Nothing beats a good swim.

Crius' eyes widened at the smaller wolf's claim, were the Packs of this area as obstreperous as she claimed? It couldn't be true couldn't? Then again Crius had no evidence to say otherwise, Cicero was a tad bit off-putting in his demeanor; saying such unsavory things about his own pack. It would be wise for Crius to heed her words, she surely had far more experience than him with the indigenous packs.

"A blindside? What do you mean?" He asked, concern in his voice this woman has clearly seen the brutality of the local wolves.