Mongrel mind

Set 12-24 hours after this thread. @Jace

The tawny stray paced and prowled until his unrest dragged him across Swiftcurrent Creek’s borders and south-west until he reached the mountains. He seethed and stewed and spoiled for a fight, with metaphorical sleeves rolled up the arms and fists that clenched instinctively, but that wasn’t quite the purpose for doing what he meant to now. His mind was focused and sharp as a blade, but his body was left free to roam on auto-pilot, and in his trek he found he’d lost track of time and his sense of the distance he’d deliberately placed between himself and Swiftcurrent Creek. He’d turned his back to them, literally speaking, but there was no getting around it that they were the nagging force in the back of his mind that drove him to where he headed just then.

He’d decidedly gone far enough, and standing statuesque in the middle of that valley he let forth a wild, taunting call to summon the great black wolf he’d once mended on the bank of the creek. He was likely the only wolf who would oblige his outright demand for answers where Fox had so infuriatingly denied them, and one of the few Razo might vaguely be able to tolerate, or else delight in making Jace miserable for having met with him at all. That said, Razo’s call should appropriately have been more diplomatic, but he found he couldn’t muster that even now, and his savage mood beckoned the Sunspire wolf with as much barbarism he could stuff violently into one howl.