Moonspear Its Our Time to Make a Move

As Hydra relaxed, so did he. She settled down, tail wrapping neatly around her paws as she waited with eager ears. It felt as if he had passed a test that was given without his knowledge, and a deep breath was all he could give to show his relief. West's shoulders rolled back, he wasn't sure if it was exactly polite to sit at someone else's borders, so for now, he opted to stand. There's been some wolves troubling our borders for some time now. They're nasty and seem to have no interest in stopping their pursuit for Easthollow blood. Theseus said that you know some wolves that live there...the ones you're hunting.

Was that even a fair term? Since when did wolves hunt wolves? However, the wolves of Ursus were bloodthirsty and ruthless, if not before then definitely now that he had spilled their own blood. None of them have proved to be good yet, and if this pack wanted his head...he couldn't say that he wouldn't be happy to no longer have to worry about them.

For a moment the thought of running flashed in his mind again, to turn and never look back and believe that those in Ursus who took issue with his mistake would follow sparing his family of their fangs, but that was foolish. Polaris had knocked the idea out of his head, even if he desperately still wanted to, it was a coward's way out and he had been raised to be anything but a coward.