Duck Lake I am an arms dealer; fitting you with weapons in the form of words.

"Morningside and Easthollow are allies," Shale said, wondering if she didn't know--if she was, perhaps, new. "I've met Valette a couple of times. My older brother used to live in Stone Circle." He said a small, silent prayer for Murdock, looking out over the lake, then back at the woman, smiling. "I was thinking multiple ducks. . .but maybe you had something bigger in mind." His gaze strayed to the deer.

"I'm Shale," he introduced himself, with a polite dip of his head. "How is Easthollow, these days?" The pack to the east had not been without their share of tragedies, he knew. Now more than ever, they needed to have each other's backs.