Cedar Sweep I never meant to be so cold

Artok was not often in the pack lands. It was a bit of a balm to his spirit to walk out and about in the area. He had been a loner for a long time, and sometimes he just needed the silence, the solitude.

It was on one such excursion that he came across the child, whose scent was prominent in the pack lands. Who belonged to the war chief. Though he'd never met her.

He let out a slight chuff and stood, waiting. Watching. not sure how this meeting would go. And well truth be told, he wasn't a fan of children, but she was old enough surely he could handle her.