Sequoia Coast Somewhere in the darkness

Despite their ready answers, both wolves seemed rather vague in the reply. Caiaphas' expression remained somewhat shrewd -- she turned her narrow head to the side and observed the wolf out of the corner of her eyes.

Her ears pulled forward as the wolf mentioned the Bay -- perhaps this betrayed her knowledge of the other coastal wolves not too far from her. She harbored many things for these wolves - resentment they shared a homeland -- idle contempt -- she had, after all, lifted a rather promising puppy from their ranks.

Tit for tat -- this was the game they played -- and as curious as she was, she knew Osprey's willingness to participate would dissipate if she with-held her pack's name. "We are called Charnel's Keep." She lied -- this was the name of her homeland, and the manner in which she spoke concealed well the untruth. "Why are you visiting?" Her eyes fell along Osprey's shoulder, which she had noticed the female favor earlier. "Extended recovery sabbatical?"

this house was my flowered heart,
but my petals have fallen.