Hideaway Strath That's All Right, I Love The Way It Hurts

Ah.
A call from the Paladin close to the borders.
Perhaps a recruit, though she called the pack.
Perhaps there was an issue.

Derg dropped everything and ran. It was only a fowl he'd caught.
Though once he'd arrived in her presence, everything was fine.
His breath clouded in the growing moonlight, contrasting the chilly air.
"A hunt, hm?"
What else would it be?
"What's your plan?"