Lone Star Mountain When choices end, you must defend

He felt Aria pull away from him, leaving a certain coldness where her warmth had once been. The shadowrunner allowed his eyes to roam over those present, unreadable in his expression as the stocky wolf then turned his attention to the silver agouti she-wolf that spoke, recognition flickering across him, though only placing her after a few moments of consideration. Ruenna, Soltero’s friend from the gathering Elysium had entertained.

His muzzle dipped to her in recognition, his features relaxing as his tail gave a more neutral sway now. His brows furrowed as one ear tipped to the direction of a dark man, hearing the story quickly assert itself from his lips. “I’m sorry,” he offered, his own eyes darting to Aria before placing back to Kavik. “It’s an unfortunate time of the year to lose ones caches and home. Ruenna is a friend of Swiftcurrent Creek. You can stay with us while you gain your bearings. We could use some healthy wolves for hunting in the meantime.”