Big Salmon Lake northern soul

The bringers of gloom and doom are already spoken for, she quipped, anything else you can bring to the table? Moonspear was a chipper back, but it wasn't sunshine and rainbows. Hydra doubted any pack was. Gloom and doom came in the form of she and her sisters when any tried to step where they were not welcome on their turf. She bet Quixote could join them, if he so desired.

As far as anything weird? If carrying your weight is considered weird, there's that, she settled on. Nothing out of the ordinary. I've heard there are packs that worship gods and whatnot—that's not us, of course, they appreciated astronomy, but didn't all wolves? That was not weird to her—stars told of the seasons, and the moon was the lightbringer of the night and the teller of the day. What odd things have you heard? she asked, curious of his adventures.