Swiftcurrent Creek halifax

Bazi contemplated raiding a cache for food, but Tuwawi’s pups were imminent and that meant Njal wouldn’t be available to keep their larder stocked. It was a shared responsibility, but certain wolves - herself included - functioned as the pack’s official gamekeepers. ”We’ll stop at Lower Arrow Lake for fish,” she decided after a moment’s thought, nodded towards the mountains to indicate that it was time to leave, and began to stride purposefully into the distance.

”We have trades in this pack,” she explained whilst they walked, throwing occasional glances at the male beside her. ”I’m the head outrider and one of the gamekeepers,, but we’ve also got wardens, warriors, caretakers..” She left the role of counselor out - that role as reserved for older, wiser wolves. ”Everyone should hunt and bury food; the gamekeepers only keep watch over the whole affair. What do you see yourself as?”