Blacktail Deer Plateau the witching hour

for anyone, but preferably someone lasher hasn't met yet! <3

dante had risen into the pack's leadership, and taltos smiled at the balance that had been restored among the leaders now. two men, two women — it was a good equilibrium. it had occurred to him that perhaps the willow would take an interest in dante, or vice versa, and he laughed openly at his mind's matchmaking tendencies. it was for the healer's happiness, taltos mused to himself, a thing she deserved greatly.

the last pack hunts had not been successful; lasher himself had only found small prey with which to stock the caches. he set out at dawnlight for the borders and the flatlands, to see what he would find — perhaps he would pick up the trail of junior's scent.