Luneshale Pass bread and butter pinot noir

Disa. He would remember that.

Come find me when you want to hunt then. A courteous nod, meant as a silent promise that he would help. In the morning I will introduce you. Bumping his shoulder to hers, he brushed their fur together as a method of leaving his scent; not as strong as urine, but enough that pack members would ask questions before they bit. Saying nothing more, Kemal trotted off to choose a place to sleep.