Big Salmon Lake kalugruak

Dwin's ears drew back and she frowned, when the man revealed that he had spoken with someone from their pack and made a deal too. She wondered, who may it have been (she missed the part about him mentioning a child he had spoken to) - certainly none of the adults. They had enough common sense not to trust a deal that was too good to be true and they also had pride as well. Brecheliant wolves were not beggars, nor did they need anyone's help. It was therefore a high likelihood that he had spoken with one of the kids. Little idiots. Dwin thought to herself. Tell them a story about a Santa Paws and they believe that any old vagabond spinning tales was the one to bring them gifts and do magic tricks.  It was not as if they had not been told about the danger of talking to wolves that did not belong to their family circle, but were meandering around the borders. Too bad they were: a) Blackthorns; b) teenagers, who were going through a stage, where nothing adults did was right. Bloody morons.

"Fish won't replace the man lost," Dwin shook her head, finding it odd that he even suggested such a silly thing. Ever since Bronco's passing it seemed that Teya was sustaining herself on sunlight and air and the kids had been left to their own devices. Since they were still alive and in a better physical shape than their mom (from what Dwin could tell), she assumed they ate, but it probably was not among their priorities now. The grief was too much. "I appreciate the condolences. He was a great wolf that should have seen many more springs than there were alotted for him," she told. 

"You say you trade food - for what?" she asked, thinking about the cautionary tales about deals with Crossroad demons. So - naturally - she was curious, what that kid had promised him on the day, when he would drag a whole deer to their doorstep. "Souls? Firstborns?" she suggested with a smile, which meant that she was not serious.