evening phase

Memorable? I echoed, glancing at the stretch of trees that stood behind him. Perhaps there was some feud brewing between Fang's pack and other groups, ones that perhaps accounted for the low membership of Blackfeather Woods. But I didn't know, as my knowledge of the Teekons was fresh and sparse.

I glanced over my shoulder, the highlands dropping away as they curved into a blurry valley, on which the far side rested Otter Creek, the first landmark I had come across upon my arrival. He was one of the first wolves I had a conversation with, of which I was curious to know more.
Not a warrior? My tail curled slightly with interest, ponderous blue orbs trained on him. Would he be a herbalist like Ukiuk, or perhaps leaning to the spiritualist side like I was called to? For one could only hope a stranger would share a similar interest that would spark conversation.