Hideaway Strath sapientia

Oh, well-

The dark wolf clenched his teeth tightly together when he felt his expression shift uneasily. Crowfeather wanted to prove to Germanicus that he could learn. He could be better than he was. 

I could tell you more of both, he said after only a moment, but I will know more about one than the other. 

This was true only in the sense that Crowfeather did not know more than he had learned when meeting the wolves who had once lived there. 

They called themselves the Saints, he recalled carefully. Their leader was a large frightening wolf named Kynareth Deagon. He said he came from a place called the Abbey- a strange name, isn't it? When Crowfeather thought again of the large brindled beast who had met him in the trees, he felt pleased to know he had not been injured in that interaction. 

He seemed keen to convince me that he wasn't frightening, Crowfeather remarked slowly. It seems significant, b- but I'm not certain why. Perhaps you can make something of it.