Grouse Thicket Sun it rises

he shook his head. i know no one of that name, sorry, he said softly, eyes filled with empathy for the searcher. he'd been in foxfur's paws many times before, and it never got easier. perhaps that was why he struck out on his own—no one to look for, save himself.

but i will keep my eyes and ears open, aditya promised. there's a pack just southeast of here—

he paused, then, and cast a worried glance at the other wolf. they're not friendly, he warned, lips pulling taut in a frown. be careful. we're probably too close to their hunting grounds as it is. 

no saints scent here, but even so. . .there hadn't been in the place where nyra had attacked him. he fancied that they lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike. they're called the saints, he added helpfully.