Honeyed Pasture But here you come alone and crying, now you want to be my friend

Draggin' myself back to posts, whee!

Hoo boy, trouble? She wanted to know about trouble? Well, there was plenty of that growing in the mountains. I don't know if you'll ever run into them on the coast, but there is a pack named the Saints of the Dying Light in the mountains. They've pretty much pissed off everyone, like four or five packs worth of everyone -- kidnapping people, trespassing, attacking folks randomly, thinking they're the hottest stuff out there. Their leader is this huge guy with stripes and a weird tail. He's just weird looking overall, named Donovan -- and trust me, there's no mistaking this dude. If you run into them, leaving is probably safest.

But that wasn't all, was it? There'd been a lot of trouble. And there's some other guy out there in the mountains too, who's attacking women and children. Big, white, got brown on his nose. But I wouldn't worry too much about him long term. He's wanted dead. By wolves he knew, and probably those he didn't. The guy would end up dead one way or another -- it was much easier to assign that end to a singular wolf with repulsive behavior than an entire pack.