Heron Lake Plateau the way the hunter

there's a moment that the other man offers a single laugh when ailill gives his name in which the blackthorn is stuck trying to decipher whether that laugh was a good laugh or a bad laugh. while he didn't think his family had a tendency for destructive behavior they had a wide array of personalities between them and some were certainly bigger than others. he hedges on the side of caution here — because they are strangers — a slight tension in the junction of his shoulders that relaxes slightly when the other man introduces himself.

quixote. alpha. redhawks. yes, a few blackthorns lived here. more at a place quixote called firebirds. firebirds? redhawks? man, this wolves had a thing for birds, didn't they? just left the original blackthorn swarm, actually, he quips with a cheeky grin. he wanted to be based close to his fam but that didn't necessarily mean he wanted to re-submerge himself back into the swarm. sometimes low key isn't a bad thing. family swarms can be a bit overwhelming at times. i want to be close to them but it might do me some good to interact with wolves that i'm not related to. he says with a soft chuckle; because other than the stray stranger here and there most of his interactions for majority of ailill's life thus far has been largely his fam bam or his womb fam.