Whitefish River With each sunrise brings a new adventure

it was time to make a move. the wolf was clearly alone and without a home. he also seemed useful enough, friendly, and morningside needed more hunters. with a dip of his muzzle in an understanding nod, aditya opened his mouth to speak again.

"you are here now," he agreed, smiling. "would you like to have a place to stay? my pack is strong, with a big territory and plenty of hunting. i can take you to meet our leader, if you'd like."

with that, he shut up, waiting for flint to speak. it did no good blathering on further; he had made his case, and now the man had to make a choice. a choice between starving alone in a cold winter or keeping warm and fed with good company--aditya hardly felt that was much of a choice--but a decision nonetheless.