Swiftcurrent Creek inhale that drug, but you start to choke; you follow the outs of an inside joke

Discovery of this mess. :P

The black wolf looked upon the slaughter with hard eyes and a frown deep like a slow but stubborn river that, over some long time, had dug out the land and made a place for itself.

He was no stranger to the savagery of nature. Once he had believed that the wild promoted balance, that there was reason in all things, but he had seen enough to know that a falsehood; a pleasant dream and a convenient lie.

Jagwyr tipped back his skull and howled — not a thread of mourning in the fabric of that sound. It was pragmatic. It carried urgency but bore no emotion as it called for @Constantine and @Durnehviir. His summons made, he sniffed at the blood and fur, and inspected the tracks the grizzly had left, following them some distance through the cover before returning to the site of death to await the arrival of his leaders.