Qeya River I was following the pack

He complains of the bird. Kekoa finds it rather silly. They remember the faces of those who insult them. Perhaps it was taking revenge, perhaps it really was just an annoying bird. It was not his problem to solve. Feed it something, maybe it will stop. It keeps tired wolves awake when it's riled up like this, though.

He rose to his feet, shaking the snow from his fur before taking his exit. It seemed that if he wished to sleep it would be better to distance himself from this man. When he was well rested maybe he would take the time to speak with him properly.

Exit Kekoa