Wapun Meadow oh aberdeen, you've been calling to me

“They didn’t say exactly what he had done—actually they offered six deer, delivered over the next couple of seasons for the man’s head. Described as black and aging.”

The dryness might have been apparent to the other wolf—Akavir didn’t know. A careful gaze cast to him—a rueful smirk offered. “We only gained other small feature descriptions when asking for more.”

It was a tempting bounty—particularly for any wolf or fledgling pack that struggled. Still—Akavir didn’t necessarily feel regret would come to the two men should they come collect the head of the offender and realize a wolf or pack had slain the wrong man—not with such basic descriptions.

“But you mentioned you have family, so I imagine you’d want to know.”