Blacktail Deer Plateau Mouths are dry, river runs

sorry for the wait, calahan out!

At first, he was surprised by the young boy's display of bravado. How much did that remind the rustler of himself when he was younger? Sighing, he considered ushering the grey pup away, only to be apprehended by a much older pack member. Calahan was outgunned, and had the good sense not to proceed any further. It seemed, that wherever he went, there was someone or the other to intrude. An overcrowded region. 

"Damn yew..." The immature retort was all he could offer without risking an altercation, abandoning the deer and trotting back towards the borders, keeping a wary eye on the two.