Silver Creek there were three men came out of the west

aditya was a fairly good judge of body language, and his daughter was clearly uncomfortable beside him. the other wolf spoke a lot—he could be similarly verbose, but with brook he had become quieter, careful not to overwhelm her. he nodded along to the woman's spiel, making a mental note of the places to avoid and perhaps to sightseek.

thank you, he said with a graceful cant of his head, the barest of smiles on his muzzle. you seem to know this region well. we will keep what you've said in mind as we travel.

he drew closer to brook, giving a brush of his shoulder to hers. where does your pack reside? aditya asked. if we find nowhere to stay in the next few moons, perhaps we will pay you a visit. it was the worst-case scenario; adi was not in any hurry to pledge himself quite yet. but it wasn't just himself to think about anymore.