Blackfoot Forest Misery

She received him well, and this brought assurance to the boy. While his ears remained slack, he met her with a smile and stopped in his retreat. Serem seemed better off than when he had last left her, the wound he had treated, largely healed.

"Your nose is as spot on as ever a good nose should be," he returned with a jesting grin, "They're to the east of here, and slightly north. A good clump of wolves, called Easthollow. I'm fitting in as well as anyone can," he chuckled, and returned the question on her -- a gentle current of concern slipping through his smile, "How is your pack treating you? he wondered what had brought her here -- his gaze drifted to the work beneath her paws -- and what, or who, she had just finished burying. "Are you keeping well with them?"