Redtail Rise above me, the sky is a river

His eyes narrow with an unexpected smile.

No fuckin' way. Me too.

One light, one dark, just like he and Iser. Not that being a twin ever held much significance to him. Did this mandate them to be closer? Did it really fall on them to reconstitute what was left of the natal pack? He thought of Jannik, as he often did, and his stomach twisted.

Ha! I prob'ly have, he swiped his tongue around his lips, thinking back on the hulking Ulfheddin. Big guy, with the grey fur?

Mulherin was easygoing but just mordant enough to keep you on your toes. He reminded him of the boys back at the canyon, back home, only less drunk on self-certitude or less crippled by self-loathing.

He got up to his feet and leaned in, conspiratorial. It's interesting -- if they don't talk, they got no choice but to listen.

He jerked his chin toward a worn path out of the hollow. You wanna try 'n hunt for something?