Lion Head Mesa nor do poets

merrick of ursus draws with it no recognition.

but worripa ingram has lived a secluded life of his own making. too young to be involved in pack politics when he'd been apart of rivenwood and then ...too uncaring when he'd left.

was the lack of fighting in a war that was not his own the very reason he'd turned down akashingo? of whose name does spark a look of recognition within worripa ingram's gaze.

but then ...he hadn't been alone. or, at the very least, hadn't been aware that he was a companion to none.

and if fighting someone else's war meant he wasn't alone ...was it worth it?

the hunger in his belly, the chill steeling the air told him it was.

i will fight. he agrees, trying to reign in the prickling eagerness of tasting wolven blood once more.