Emberwood branch-waving

Wake listened raptly, and his nameless associate was delightfully forthcoming.

Mental notes were taken thusly. Akavir, alpha. Arlette and Arric, betas – healer and guardian respectively. An entire pack of healers and patrolmen, balanced and well-connected by the summerwolf’s standards.

If any of this was meant to deter him, it had the opposite effect.

This information only presented potential to the challenge-oriented; potential for allies, enemies, fierce bonds and even fiercer competition. Wake did not come from an isolated community, but a place of many factions and interconnected group, be they bound in love or hate. He did not crave a safe life of isolation; he desired the chaos of closeness.

Eyes of starlit evergreens glittered thoughtfully; a tranquil smile gave him this daydreamy look. You have given me more than I have earned, socius, Wake drawled airily. I must return your generosity. He hummed, and glanced towards the rise. I will speak to the wolves below and bring to your Swiftcurrent what I learn.

He tipped his head. Sound good?