Bramblepoint culpa

Crowfeather took the rabbit for himself and made a spot on the ground where he could feed. 

While pulling away the meat of the prey, he could not help but to seek and watch Germanicus navigate the pheasant with sharp teeth. He was precise, efficient, even when eating. The silver wolf was nothing short of remarkable in everything he did. 

I forgot- I forgot to tell you. I have information on the Saints pack, Crowfeather blurted after a moment of silent pondering. He had remembered his visit with Satsu on the lake and how she had spoken of the frightening Saints wolves. I learned it the day you were gone.

They seek war with a pack of wolves called Ursus.