Duck Lake I'm Marching into Anything

The answer that was received was more than Brave had been expecting. This shock reflected on his features for several long moments before they had been ushered into the stage of introductions. Rightly so, the swarthy yearling was certain that this stranger would be a valuable asset to him. It made perfect sense that they should share names with each other.
 
’Soleon.’
 
The moniker of the other was stored in his mind in case he should happen upon the other in the future. After knowing that he knew plenty of others who were looking to recreate Morningside, the inky young wolf had newfound life in his limbs. “I’m Brave,” he offered his own name in return. With several heavy swings of his tail, the dark yearling moved nearer to Soleon to investigate the scents that he carried.
 
“How many do you think you met?”