Honeyed Pasture we will laugh in the end

Taking the first sweep, Szymon moved in a conical circuit to the southeast, noting the upturned earth and pungent leavings of the herds that called the pasture home. The Blackrock Depths wolves were a seafaring pack, it was true, but perhaps the time had come to hunt with the wolves of Donnelaith in earnest — it was something that Szymon had attempted previously with little interest from the wolves of the wood. That said, he could not help but recall the feeling of solidarity his hunts with Grayday and Charon had garnered. It would be good for both packs to foster that sort of camaraderie. With a light step, Szymon investigated his swath of territory before returning to Tetsubō’s side and nipping briskly at the female’s fetid heels with a moue of mingled distaste and loathing.