King Elk Forest He is not one of us.

The call of Célnes drew an aggravated sigh from Chad. Not because she was summoning her family, but for the reason behind it. There had been a stink that snaked its way into Kingslend. That of a wolf who did not belong. Who was not worthy. He would repent. He would be judged. Either accepted with mercy from the High Elk, or cast out.

He prowled forth out of the shadows, creamed hackles on end while glaring yellow eyes burned holes through the tainted one. His mug contorted into a silent sneer, tail lashing in agitation. Yet, unlike Calhoun, he did not protest. His own sister, Whitney, was placed with the same curse. He blamed her for the imperfection which was his cream fur, yet he still wore it proudly with his blessed browns. So who was he to speak, here of all places? But Chad was a Deorwine' through and through. Clenching his jaw, he bent his head down in silent prayer.