sound of a gun

The snow did wonders for ragged wolf's aching joints. The long trek had done it's toll on the poor bastard. Reek's face still throbbed from the fall with the seal, but this wasn't the time or place for complaints or to make jokes about it. Instead, he looked onward waiting for the brotherhood to arrive.

Wynter's sympathetic gaze had been averted with the arrival of the twins who pulled up the rear. Though he had never spoken to the two, he could assume what they thought of him. Especially Leucothoë. The night he had unwittingly arrived near the sound, she was one of the first to greet him. The welcome she gave was... less than warm. Fire burned in her eyes that night as she stared him down, sizing him up, ready to attack. If it weren't for the coywolf, he'd be dead as a doorknob.

Two strange wolves had arrived to intercept the party. One male, one female. Reek rose as they approached. An air of apprehension nipped at Reek's neck and the hackles stood on end. His ears pinned back as he stared down the two strange wolves. Maggots. What an asshole. The Siren Queen spoke and the rogue stood at attention, listening intently to the conversation that was to follow.