Serpent Lake that's not a riot - its a feast (lets eat)

rahhhh my favorite boy. keeping things vague w/r/t Gav's pack status. still a lone wolf, but you can assume he smells a bit like Yellowstone for now!

Days passed and the boy grew no weaker, nor did he go feverish. The wound was almost forgotten, and whatever faint smell of infection (if it had ever been there) disappeared.

Gavrel wrote in no ledger. He had no scale; he was no miser. If he woke up one day and saw that the boy was nowhere to be found, well, there would be no love lost between them.

Anyway, this was the narrative he insisted upon.

At times he wondered what was going on beneath the cap of thick black fur, but he would always catch himself. It would be better not to know. Aware that he still carried pack-scent, it was with some level of sheepishness he approached the kid. He recalled his quip from earlier: to suck at the teat of government.

Despite his self-sufficient airs, Gavrel would drink from wherever he could.