Redsand Canyon Welcoming Committee

Donovan nods, listening to them talk. Then a crease in between his brows appear at the information and the frown that graces Renard maw. He’s not mad at them, he only wonders what they were up to disappear for such a long time.

Then they point out the unfamiliar scents and Donovan instantly cracks a devious smile. “I hate to say it, but yes, dear.” He  looks off into the immediate distance for a few seconds. “The pack north of us, the coastal wolves, have declared us enemies and gathered their allies to drive us out.” He meets Renard’s eyes once more, a hint of maliciousness evident in his voice. “Their leader, a white she-wolf with an accent is the one that we detest now. Her allies we are not to bother unless they make a move on us as well.” 

Then finally he shrugs, expression showing his usual carelessness. “It’s too late to change the past. We must go forward.”