Porcupine Ridge outcomer

Summer had been tracking the goat for a while. Probably longer than an older, more experienced wolf ever would have needed to, and yet there he was, prowling along a ledge high above the innocent creature when suddenly he realized that he was not the only one with his eyes set upon it.

Eyes of bright, golden sunlight flashed against a silhouette of darkness as the young wolf turned his gaze upon the alabaster stranger. These ledges were treacherous, he knew, but he also knew somewhere within the haze of his unhinged mind that his pack's need was greater. The poppies made him feel as though he were floating, though he wasn't so far gone that his senses weren't fighting tooth and nail to keep him glued to the ground.

A slow nod was given to the stranger who owned those orbs of smouldering cinder. Summer was willing to work with this wolf in order to accomplish their similar goal. He wasn't so high that he had any intention of claiming this kill all his own when all was said and done. He knew still that they would bring it down together, and thus it would equally belong to them both. Half was better than none, and the young Ostrega was eager to give the Spire at least that much.

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