Shy Deer Steppes Where the shivering dog rests

The urge to join her was strong.

Foxfur did not know what a Pharaoh was, but he could piece together that they were of great importance to the mesa wolves. It did not bode well to hear that she did not recognize the description of the man who had kept him from entering the heart of the territory. The warrior did not like to feel like he was being made to play a game.

Tell me this, he barked out to her, is there a dark yearling in your land? A boy named Crowfeather. If she confirmed, he would have no choice but to follow her into the heart of the mesa. He could only hope they did not cross the path of the grey-muzzled man.