Wapun Meadow garrote

He remembers Merrick mentioning Easthollow once before. Donovan’s usually star lit eyes darken with a malicious interest. Killed one of them? That’s not good. Donovan knows if any of his members got killed by another repack he too would be walking the war path.

His eyes flick to the raven woman he’d come to know as Merrick’s lover, his second in command. Eyes shamelessly raking over the dead wolf she carries, recognizing her as Rosina from their pack meeting. How unfortunate. 

“Have a little talk with this Easthollow?” He asks softly, a grim smirk spreading onto his maw.

It’s time to scratch that itch.