Whitefish River What a Lovely Day to Kill the Queen.

Somehow, all of Grezig’s new acquaintances were met along this river. She supposed that was simply good luck, and was thankful that the pack had settled where it had. Every wolf she came across was a potential new recruit, and this one looked almost unsettlingly like Corvus. He was eating a fish as she came closer and called, “Hail!” She sat down where she was, then, to let him know that she was not after his food. Her back was straight—her posture demanding respect—but she let her tail thump behind her and kept the rest of her body language friendly.