Bitterroot Valley ✢ I can't find one good reason for leavin' here alone

Sega called for Callahan, but it was Miska that eventually answered.

Callahan. It was a wolf he had seen in passing - an unremarkable brown brute thay had slid into the ranks after the pack's founding. But Sega had called for him. Summoned him, favoured him, deemed him most worthy for some important task - this wolf that Miska did not know.

He found himself offended.

When Callahan did not show, Miska slid into view from whatever rock he had been lurking behind and lumbered slowly towards the group. He made brief eye contact with Elowyn when she was close enough, and rather quickly guessed at what might be going on between Sega and Angel.

"New favorite man not answer," he said, looking between the happy couple. There was a thin but clear vein of something sour on his voice. "Perhapsing you can accept lowly stand-in. Perhapsing.. one who was starting in tribe with you?"