Wapun Meadow With big meaningless eyes and tongues like fly paper

Aventus halted in place, looking back over his shoulder to search the hesitant face of his companion. A vague smile lifted the corners of the boy's lips as he said, of course. It's good to share knowledge of neighbours. There would be time later for the action he expected Ashlar to take, and time still for Ashlar to decide what sort of wolf he was, and where he fit within the structure of Ursus.

For Aventus' part, he saw the bard in the same light he once saw Evien, but without the same respect. That needed to be earned, still, and he was aware too that he needed to earn Ashlar's in turn. Evien was Ursus' level-headed mediator. It was an essential role in a pack as chaotic as Ursus. They needed someone with honey on their tongue and warmth in their eyes to smooth bristling backs and throw off their enemies, and Aventus fancied that Ashlar might serve well in that role.

But first, do you know of Legion? He jabbed his nose north, vaguely in the direction of Legion, still unaware that they were long gone and replaced by others. They are our closest neighbours now that Easthollow has fallen. Father does not like them, he shared.