Great Bear Wilderness ten percent luck, twenty percent skill

"I know a few places but perhaps they might be a little far for your shoulder. I have a cache nearby, if you wish to partake of it and gain strength before you engage in a hunt." Wyeth was surprised at the other wolf's seemingly willingness to help him, they did not know each other, they were strangers. Yet she seemed perfectly alright to offer him some food from one of her caches. The cinnamon agouti was not one of those extremely proud wolves who refused to take easy meals like this because they thought it was beneath them. As a trained spy, warrior and assassin, he knew that opportunities like this did not come often and when they did, to always take it.

Tigerheart dipped his head to the female politely, If it wouldn't be too much trouble, he accepted respectfully. The food could be poisoned, so he had to be on his guard. Some wolves might think him too cautious, why would some stranger want to kill another stranger like you? Some were simply insane, others may have been hired by his enemies. Life was many fighting roles had taught him to never lower his guard, it still stuck, even after so many months.