Otter Creek Nothing beats a good swim.

The male’s question almost drained all the life out of Lumar.  Yet, she had an answer.  “I can not tell you there name, as it hurts me to even speak it.”  Lumar began.  “I hope you understand that why I will and con not speak their name, but, I can tell you that the pack we must destroy, homes a wolf by the name of Judas.  That name should help you find the Pack.”  Lumar lied and informed with vague information on who the pack was and who Judas was.  Although she almost wanted to congratulation herself for her amazing last minute explanation, but she kept her neutral expression.

It made her wonder how powerful she could become.  She didn’t have a pack... she wasn’t technically a leader.  She was just manipulating, tricking and advising wolves to help her cause of blindsiding packs within the Teekon Wilds.  This was her dream.  She hoped her name would go down in history.  Maybe that was all the coyote really, truly wanted.  To be someone important and remembered, whether it reflected good or bad on her.