Phoenix Maplewood chapter three.

The tension was clear in her posture, likely contagious from his own. Artyom supposed it was appropriate for them both to be on edge: his pack was already well established, aiming to fully assert their claim in days to come; hers, unknown to him in numbers, could potentially be large or strong enough to invade.

He would wait for a time thought, aim to fish as much information Uriel would be willing to provide, and deliver it to Dawn for her consideration. With this in mind, Artyom made a mental note to mind what he shared with the gilded stranger for fear of placing Whitebark under threat.

"I have never heard of Legion," he blinked, wondering if this name belonged to one of the Southern claims he'd sniffed on the wind as a loner, after he had found his former Lost Creek comrades to have vanished. He knew they were there but had not investigated, choosing instead to veer around them in favour of the Teekon's Northern territories. "Were they the ones to warn you away from this place?"