Two Rivers Isle a draco tale

Cambria watched impassively as the she-wolf—Eshe, she introduced herself—pointedly marked her territory. His ears pricked as she provided more details about the resident pack. He always wondered why some wolves were so forthcoming, though he certainly appreciated it in the circumstances. His pale features knitted a little when Eshe mentioned opportunities for expansion and growth.

He couldn’t guess what she meant, though before he could ask, another wolf appeared. The rangy yearling stiffened, his ears pulling backward. The new arrival didn’t speak, though he sensed a familiarity between the pair. Perhaps this was Argent then.

Now Collision spoke in turn, providing a first and a last name to Eshe and her reticent mate. He seemed interested in the pitch. Cambria glanced at him, his eyes mildly quizzical, then refocused his attention upon Eshe. She didn’t look anything like his mother, though her quiet authority reminded him of her.

What exactly do you mean when you say ‘expansion and personal growth’? the pale yearling inquired, finally giving himself a little shake and sidestepping the puddle that had formed beneath him. Do you just take in anyone who turns up on your borders expressing interest? he tacked on with a quiet blink.

His tone was less incredulous and more curious. Was that really how it worked? He’d come across a few packs along the seaboard, though none of them had openly offered him a place to stay. The others he’d met had been loners like himself. He was incredibly curious about the operations of a proper pack, though Cambria needed to know more—a lot more—before he could ever contemplate pledging fealty to one.