Arrow Lake Is an impossible dream

The stranger seemed to be a to-the-point woman. Those types tended to be hit or miss for Orson. Some had a higher tolerance for (her) shenanigans than others. Well, I hope I'll be worth your time, She bobbed her head in a little flourish. Name's Orson, by the way. 've been makin' my way 'round these parts for a while. But yer a local? She smelled of others — the scent of other wolves became the background of the woman's scent. Must be yet another pack somewhere near here. How many were there? Had there been this many last time she came round? It didn't seem like it.