Whitebark Stream It's deciding where to die and deciding where to fight

A simple thanks came, and Artyom dipped his muzzle in response. He looked up at Kavik, sought his broad, raven features with a quiet glance before he led him further along the route he'd travelled to answer his call. The dark-furred brute had a long road ahead of him if he wished to mend the rift he'd made between himself and Grezig, but Artyom had his own challenges to face.

"I will leave you for now," the pale leader called over a gilded shoulder. "Dawn has laboured through the day, and we expect the pups should be here by nightfall." A pause, only to look in the rogue's direction to wish him well: "good luck, Kavik."

He carred on alone, keen to relieve Daylily of her watch and resume his own.