Jade Fern Grove After the raven has had his say

Usually, when everything was peaceful and not extraordinary in the pack-life, one should have felt happy and content. And for the most part Birk did not mind - he patrolled the borders during the night (half-heartedly though, but a promise to the alpha still was a promise) and hunted during dusk and dawn, slept his 8 - 10 hours of nap during the day. He was not deaf, of course, he had heard about a wolf that had attacked a member of the neighbouring pack and kept a keen lookout for it, but other than that... he was becoming bored.

The little affair with the unnamed girl had been a welcome change, but, once the magic was all gone, he had had no interest in remaining with her and it had seemed to her that she shared his views. Two strangers, who had happened to collide and then walk their ways. But - with a promise of an adventure or at least something interesting, he had followed Larus's pawprints all the way from Easthollow to the forest that lied North from it. Though the guy had not impressed him with a sense of humor the last time, he must have been up to something, when he left the pack's borders.

And Birk was very curious to find out, what the other man had in mind.