Lost Creek Hollow umquam

He considered the soldier’s words, eyes drifting away from the man to study the distant horizon. He could not go now—his children needed him more than ever. He could not send Arric in his stead—the creek needed him now, more than ever. Moss could go—but there was a certain part of him that wished to see the end of this himself, rather than delegation of his comrades.

“Thank you for the information.” But then he gave pause, eyes sliding over the man—uncertain of his affiliation to the packs of Rising Sun. “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s in this for you?” What debt was Swiftcurrent Creek bringing upon themselves--all for the sake of protecting two wolves who clearly held no qualm about how their actions affected anyone else.