sound of a gun

That was it? The exchange had ended as fast as it had began. It would have been an understatement to say that the raggedy wolf expected more out of the situation than just a quick handoff to the other pack. No talk of strategy or tactics, just a small confirmation of the safe return of the pup. The bastard bowed his head as a sign of humility but quickly shot the painted lady, Meldresi, a wary glance. The burden's on her now.

Wynter had already turned back toward the Sound. He nodded wordlessly at his Siren Queen before walking behind his agouti friend, as if to ask permission. The long trek back was not something the tired wolf looked forward to. Though he longed to be back at the Sound, his knees still screamed for respite that the road would refuse to give. But, the bastard soldiered on without complaint. A good boy.