Ocean's Breath Plateau and little sir john sprung up his head

he gave brook an amiable brush of his shoulder to hers, smiling over at her, then his eyes moved to dashiell with the same warmth. try to judge their character as well as their muscle, he instructed. we want strong wolves, true, but we also want those with good hearts. loyal wolves, dedicated wolves. i know it's easier said than done, adi admitted, chuckling a little.

pharaoh spoke up, and the elder's golden gaze traveled to him, now. thank you, he intoned, dipping his head, then looked at the others. that is, of course, our most vulnerable edge—the rest of the plateau is bordered by forests or cliffs. if intruders were to come, they would likely choose the beach upon which to breach this territory.

but it was a bridge to cross when they came to it. right now, there was little reason for anyone to pay them much mind, save some lunatic with usurping on the brain.

strength in kindness, strength in loyalty, aditya reiterated. those wolves that would provide and care for their packmates above all else—those are the ones we want within our ranks.

do you see me, grayday? he thought, glancing briefly at the sky. this is your legacy.