Blackfoot Forest Broken Drum

Pallas' gaze cut to the female that spoke in the attempts to decry her statement, and Pallas' gaze was withering. "Food is a necessity." She informed the agouti sharply, unrepentant for the break in her form despite the Alpha before her. Her gaze slid back to Kierkegaard, though she noticed a wolf in the distance. He was deliberately hanging back. She was about to voice her concern when the alpha spoke, and she fell into silence. His words elicited more excitement in Pallas than she could have ever hoped for: the brief explanation certainly revealed why one wolf had elected to hang back. So he had taken them by force; this was a delightful turn of events.

"That is exactly my specialty." The old she-wolf informed the alpha proudly, a low sweep of her tail given as if in curtsy. She wasn't really going to explain just how she had acquired such a specialty, though the evidence was plainly marked on her knotted muzzle. "Pallas Stormthorn."