Greatwater Lake he has thrown down the cavalry as gravel sinks

I will, said the dark wolf, and then, best of luck to you as well, Cass, wherever the spirits may take you. With a subtle tilt of the head, the most he could offer without moving his shoulders to compensate, he watched he step away, then turned to return to the woods. It was a shame she wasn't returning with him, but now word was out that Blackfeather Woods was claimed once more, and not by the depraved, bloodthirsty souls who lurked there before. With any luck, that word would spread.