Swiftcurrent Creek tomorrow’s kings

Just like before, Etienne insisted he didn’t mind. The warmth blooming beneath Cambria’s skin took on more of a pleasant effervescence now. He blew out a breath and tried to meet the other wolf’s eyes, looking vaguely sheepish.

To answer your question, yeah, Ruckus is a youngster from the rise.

He paused, considering sharing more about him, particularly his anger. But though Ruckus didn’t care for Cambria at all, the yearling felt very protective of him. He decided to keep his thoughts on the little one close to the vest, despite his implicit trust in Etienne.

He deftly changed the subject, asking, Hey, have you heard about this great big hunt? Are you planning on going?

It would be tempting to attend himself, if Etienne did plan to go. But Cambria reminded himself of his resolve. Now was not a good time to leave the rise down a few able bodies. And as intrigued as he felt by the concept, it was also daunting. He had only just begun hunting with his small pack not so long ago. He couldn’t fathom hunting in larger numbers, comprised almost entirely of strangers.