Bearclaw Valley Ye'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road,

Revui was large. Fraser was not a small individual, but the bulk of this wolf dominated his slender frame. He cowered slightly as the man approached, shrinking into himself. Tail down, ears down, eyes lowered. He knew the drill by now. He knew he was inferior.

Are ye loyal to Merrick? he asked, daring a glimpse at the other. Piercing eyes. Well-muscled. He was far more imposing than Fraser's master, yet he was not the master of this valley. Was he a threat, if not to Fraser, then to Merrick? He remained wary, silent. Reticent.