Whitebark Stream the less of it I need the more I get

Artyom listened quietly to what she had to say, nodding along in agreement as she explained her thoughts for their intended cache. His silence maintained, the pale-furred wolf stepped aside to give enough room that would allow her to begin; "ladies first" his playful grin and suggestive glance toward her seemed to say, though it was barely a moment before he followed her lead.

"I lived in Lost Creek Hollow," he answered simply, "led by a wolf named Terance and his mate, Arbiter." He did feel some level of remorse for the way in which he'd vanished, especially after the Dokuga wolfess had entrusted him with the information that their friends had abandoned them - Artyom could only hope that they did not harbour bitterness in their hearts for his own disappearance, which happened under very different circumstances. "I could not find them on my return."