Porcupine Ridge i've seen a million different doors on the horizon

No reply. Well, some—though it went unsaid. He'd known wolves who chose not to speak more than a word or two; supposedly, his mother had been one. Basic concepts could still be conveyed.

Lead, and I'll follow, Hex told her. He hadn't intended on hunting today, but he was glad to shadow one of the Ridge's newer residents.

He stood, tail shifting slowly, gradually behind him, waiting for her cue.