Duck Lake you're the prayer inside me

ah. Cole was gettin' far too old to hear these wolves speak now. Who's he kidding, he's rather in his prime! Maybe he should ask Milan about that.

Other packs? Cole tsked, turning his head as he recalled the neighboring landmarks that surrounded the valley. Swiftcurrent Creek is 'round the corner... but, was that it? He was pretty sure. Oh, wait— And Kvarsheim.

That was all he knew of. Hopefully he could've been helpful. One thing about this woman that he noticed, she was always smilin'. What a weird trait to have. For Cole, he always had a frown. He digressed, putting a paw up in feigning admonishment. I believe 'ya.

His ears perked at the question. Food. Protection. All shit he was rather good at. At least, he so thought. He thought of lil' Anatolia and Nephele's other daughter. He thinks of Towhee Jr.

Yeah. More than enough. He gestured to the duck at his feet. 's cold out here. Y'want me to introduce 'ya?