Otter Creek Nothing beats a good swim.

Lumar almost let out a breath of relief as the male confessed that he was lying.  Her expression darkened a little menacingly seemly saying:  there is no time for fun and games.  Now the design was hers too make.  What did a wolf want?  That was pretty tough.  Wolves were annoying, strange, obnoxious and cruel, in Lumar’s eyes.  They took everything and gave the scavengers like herself nothing.  No, she wasn’t a scavenger.  She was more.  She would forever and always be so much more than a scavenger.  She was fate, she was power.  She had to come up with something.  Everyone had something that they most dearly wanted, now she just had to crack this puzzle.  Lumar flashed the male a mischievous and playful smirk, in attempts to hid, that she had no idea what to say.  Then something came to mind... of course!  The thing that all wolves wanted.

“Well, abide my rules and terms, then once your duty is done I will give you land to rule and wolves under your power.”  Lumar lied.  She was sure she could get rid of this guy before then.  Maybe Judas could even help her if he lived through this to get this male out of the picture.  One way or another, this coyote planned on getting her way.  She wouldn’t have anything but that.