Whitefish River a thousand times good night

Throughout the encounter she had been rather quiet, then again Ira always was a wolf of solitude. Her golden gaze taking in the boy in case he tried anything. That, however, would be rather stupid considering his age and the numbers against him. They had a clear advantage. Alas, he seemed to really just be a boy who wandered too close.

Isilme had done a good job answering his questions thus far, but now it was time for her to step in. I suggest hunting away from pack borders. It's a good way to be mistaken for your intentions. The warrior paused taking a step forward to sniff confirming that the scent of other wolves clung to his pelt. You have a pack do you not? She didn't recognize the scent, but surely they could feed him? Something didn't seem right.