Whitefish River Old Friends, New Tragedies

Slight PP okayed by Kaiju to finish thread here!

He had nothing left to offer in that conversation, though it felt like the right thing to do, just to now simmer on it and think of what was said. Learn from the conversation and grow. Speaking of packmates with deep scars too, luckily Connor was right. Rosalyn was also riddled in her own scars, facial and others, some deeper and more ingrained than what meets the eye as well.

Finally, a breach in the borders from what he could tell, the smell of Connor's people faded more so here. I suppose, this is where we part. Thank you Connor. With a dip of his head, he felt a little dizzy, still feeling the struggle of the wound across his face and ear - better than before but the feeling still lingered. 

The two men gave a nod of appreciation, said their parting words. While Connor turned to head back deeper into Whitefish's lands, Rosencrantz continued onto his path home back to the plateau.