Stone Circle the devil in hell’s kitchen

Wardrunna, as he named himself, did not seem to want to talk. That wasn't Mur's preference, but it didn't bother him, either. He could operate just as well in silence as he could while shootin' the breeze, so he opted to keep quiet as they traced through the territory and finally came upon a group of gobbling birds around the outskirts of Easthollow's woods.

Murdock's nose twitched as he observed them, looking for the best specimens while also taking into account how well they bred - it wouldn't do to take all of them and leave none to make more come springtime.

"One or two of the hens shouldn't hurt nothin'," he decided, padding forward once more. "They fly, so come up on 'em easy, and then pounce fast," he said to Wardrunna - a mouthful if he'd ever heard one. Mentally, he shortened the younger male's name to War. He didn't take into account that his colloqialisms might make it harder for the (obviously foreign) male to understand him, and thus, carried on without another thought toward the other wolf.