Whitebark Stream winded

@Kavik, Fira has requested that we carry on without her in this thread, she might chime in again at some point but I'm good to carry on here if you are.  :)

Before the tawny wolfess could part her jaws to respond, Artyom's earthen gaze shifted to look beyond her peppered shoulders with the approach of another stranger. This one appeared male, solidly built and with a dense pelt of untouched obsidian. A formidable creature, far larger than the pale Alpha himself, and his first thought was that he didn't particularly like the way he stared at his companion with what looked like seething judgement.

Still, Artyom held his tongue, and the raven wolf stepped up to take charge of the situation. A gilded ear pricked forward in surprise to hear him state that Uaine Gorsedd was no more, before they both tilted backward sympathetically. His mind turned to the pallid Reiko who'd offered to send word of Whitebark's missing comrades should they happen upon her woods, and he hoped that the two who stood before them were not all that was left.

He did not provide an answer immediately, and wished Dawn had been the one to intercept in his place - it was certainly a tricky situation to find himself in. "What happened?" Artyom asked, gaze drifting between the duo with concern. They both seemed in a fit state, uninjured, and he smelt no suggestion of sickness that could ravage those of his own ranks, so what had driven this pack to disband? He had to know.