Bearclaw Valley the wake [m]

"band of misfits. i like that." it fit them all, he supposed, even the ones who had come and gone. such things were the nature of wolves, and merrick did not hold it against them. besides, the young coywolf mused, those who left would never behold the glory of ursus.
"since you'll do anything i ask," he began on a darkly teasing note, "maybe i want you to spy on easthollow for me. they're our closest neighbor. i have ties there and don't want to be seen. you won't need to infiltrate, just spend a couple days gathering info." a glimmer of feigned humour upon his one-eyed features. "what do you think?"