Alpine Lake Red Crossroads.

Dorus watches in excited silence as the other disappears into the murky shadows of the forest with the same painted grin as he, half-ears flattened upon his head as said expression devolved into a sneer almost. The skinny creature had no faith. Perhaps in the golden streaked wolf yes, but for the pack he spoke of so listlessly... the outsider gave a low chuckle, turned with lanky legs quivering and set his eyes to the wilds of the north. He would chase their trail. He would drag some poor creature to their doorstep and demand violence.

And as for what he'd get out of this affair... well.

Entertainment was enough.