Hideaway Strath The temperature of the air on the bow of the Kaleetan.

She was surprised to see him, of course—he would need to figure out how to announce his presence more efficiently without startling the redhawk.

At her words, a derisive snort escaped him, the corner of his roguish muzzle quirking in an amused smirk. “Now that’s not very nice,” he remarked, trying to ensure he spoke clearly so she could read his lips. He was completely clueless about her sign language and how to partake in it. “Didn’t you get my thank you gift at the Redhawk borders?”

There was a small pause, then, and the agouti wolf refrained from noting that she herself had also left her pack. It didn’t seem wise to anger the boss and all. “To be fair, I’m the poster child for a lot of traits others don’t like.”