Chimera Fields beat up ford

Sawyer nodded his head in reference to the location of the dark wolf’s pack. He then went on to say that there were blades of green grass popping up in the field that stretched in between. Life was returning, as was expected. It would not be long before the larger herds would be making their way back into the Teekon Wilds, and the wolves who called it home would not find themselves scavenging for anything to soothe the ache in their gut. It was a troubling thought for the golden male, when the wondered what they had done in order to stay alive. He was certain that there were wolves in those lands who had been driven out of their minds in desperation. And for a moment, Sawyer wondered whether or not he would have survived if he had been around for the brunt of the locusts’ force.
 
Sweeping the thought away for the time being, he focused his gaze on the wolf in front of him, who had just been introduced as Stark. “Pleasure’s all mine. I’m Sawyer,” he introduced with a short nod of his head and a half-smile that curled the left side of his face. “You haven’t seen any herds returnin’ by any chance, have you?” he then inquired carefully, certain that if there was large game coming back in, a stranger would not share the information with him so easily.