Whitefish River Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night

He applauded Howl's craft and expressed the packs need seeing as how the scouting and hunting roles were already firmly filled. "Nothing wrong with keeping the peace rather than defending it" Howl stated in response to the male's desire not to fight. Those not wanting to fight weren't usually the problem, but rather those who wanted to fight against those who didn't. Howl's role and hope were that he could fight for those who didn't even if they could.

Hieronymous said nothing in response to Howl's offer to assist him in his catch but thought it wouldn't harm his chances as long as he stayed a distance away. He surveyed the bank, looking for an area of the stream in which there was a bit of foliage, and dipped in a paw before pulling it out quickly. "Goodness that's a lot colder than I had anticipated" It wasn't unbearable, but shocking.