Redsand Canyon the day pressed on like crushing weights

North. It was a start. Aventus was frustrated that Tuur didn't know their concrete whereabouts, but this scrap of information would set Arielle and him on the right track. There she was, bounding across his brain once again. He gave his head a slight shake.

That was all he expected to get out of Tuur, and he would make good on his promise. Aventus never saw him. But there was more. He was halfway turned around by the time Tuur asked about Donovan, causing him to slowly curve his muzzle back toward the other wolf. His brows bunched. Donovan, he repeated with a little more force. Their leader. The vile striped bastard? Surely he is with them. There was no better word for the leader of the Saints. Aventus hunted Nyra, specifically, but Ursus hunted Donovan with just as much fervency.