Sequoia Coast and between offering and banquet, we devoured the gods

The brute snorted a chuckle at her remark on the sound being anything close to an enemy and shook his head. The dark woman had always been protective of her lot, and she was not the type to fond of mishaps. Still, the old brute wondered how she would take to the thought that Lycaon had started the scuffle so close to their home. It was the pale boy who had risked the lives of his family because he hadn’t possessed the strength to keep his yap closed. Kierkegaard was sure that the Heda was aware of the boy and the stress he had caused her pack members. She always had found a way of knowing what was happening in her ranks, as far as he could remember.

Thuringwethil mentioned something that struck him as a bit odd. The brute canted his head and frowned thoughtfully. “Which boy? The one you were seeking is no longer in our hold. He fled after facing his own consequences within the pack. We’re lucky to be rid of him. Who did you send to speak with our leader, though?”