Porcupine Ridge When the chips are down

Indeed, He agreed. He'd fawned over the creature for a moment, merely for its resemblance to wolf children- and to appease Viskani who seemed utterly enthralled with her new pet. Ruefully, he replayed the way she had so deftly dismissed him- and then turned to look on the kit with adoration. Her mistake, he thought. Yet another to add to the list that she had already made. 

His brow raised as Muskrat expressed some curiosity regarding his next moves. Far from here, He explained. Not only for his personal safety, but for his own sanity. He would leave the wolves of the Ridge and the Vale to pick away at each other like scavenging buzzards. Surely, there existed a better place for someone like him.