Duck Lake winding roads are winding down.

Fang listened as she spoke, it was a simple opinion, wishing to be called on for a pack rather than seeking one. Is own intentions for packs were unclear, they seemed to be something one needed in these, Teekon wilds. The night air continued to cool as a pang of hunger reminded Fang what it was he was doing here before the now dubbed 'song-dog' scared off his potential dinner. Well, Rahzie, my stomachs reminding me that you lost dinner, so if you'll excuse me I'll be going to try and find an alternative.No sooner had he spoke he lifted his frame and benga trotting away, calling over his shoulder. Until next time, song-dog. Speech thoughts