Big Salmon Lake And I Ran

Mister Fang? Again an eyebrow was lifted, though he had nothing to say he watched her gingerly leave the lakes watery embrace to sit a short distance from him. Of course the polite thing was to sit down now too, Almost laughing when she asked about a pack. A single snort, a loud huff really, escaped as he shook his head in the negative. A Pack? Not recently. A moment of thought followed, He had been a member of two packs since his arrival in the wilds. One was under the leadership of an arrogant, self-serving, vain idiot. And the other. ..He had no reason for leaving the Blackfeather, other than he just didn't like it. I've followed a couple. We had. ..differing opinions on things. He rolled his shoulders in another shrug. Besides, I'm pretty capable of looking after myself. With a lifting of his head and a small puff of his chest, he laced his words with false bravado. The fact was, Winter was coming, food was getting scarce, and he wasn't quite prepared. Though every time his thoughts took him to the harsh reality, fuck-it was about the extent of his planning. I'll figure something out for winter. He mumbled out loud.