Lake Rodney Heartbeat Rhythm

Blackfeather Woods. Amun didn't know the names of anywhere around here. He wondered if the Woods were north or south. Were the wolves there friendly? Was she born there? So many questions.

It only dawned on him the second time she asked a question that English might not be her first language. He noted an accent, but couldn't place it. Two of the wolves he had grown up around had spoken other languages, but they had never really interacted with him or his family. "Uh." What did he do? Other than slowly starve, not much, was the answer. He chuckled at this irony.

"I just got here. I don't really know anyone. I'm.." What the hell was he doing? "Looking for a better life, I guess," he shrugged. "I'm not exactly much of a hunter, but I like doing it!" He might have been the worst sell in the history of wolfkind.