Duck Lake lord and one day i come home to find

there was more to the story from what thorn could tell, but he did not push for answer. if ruenna was ready, she would have divulged it.

he walked another few steps in silence, digesting her admission that she was not one for solitude. he hardly blamed her; it was natural to seek the company of ones own kind -- without a pack, a wolf was very little, and those kind of wolves, wildmen and curs alike, were oft better avoided.

"there is no shame in that." thorn said, overlooking the lake that glittered below - the sheen of the sun glinting across its icy surface. "for lone wolves rarely survive long.." he took a deep breath, surveying the packlands with a detached fondness. "well, this is it."