Wapun Meadow garrote

donovan, all for the break and shatter of a packland. merrick in the depth of his bones shared the thought in kinship, but they were already bearing down upon the circle of stones that housed murderers and cowards. "rosina went alone," the coywolf noted, single eye shifting from the stiff, enraged line of the blackbird's spine to the leader of the saints.
grandmaster. bruin-witch. bruin-tooth. "ursus is near at hand. and your own pack is not far off."
a smirk. "we want the one who killed her. no more. if they give more, so will we. and there's no shame in falling back to return again." water upon a stone.
"all of us are mortal. but i will see that they bleed more than us in the end."