Hideaway Strath Tell me something that I’ll forget

There had been whispers of it, ideas... He thought he heard such. When one spoke little and with ears his size he caught many a word. The pack had grown large, prosperous,  powerful and so much enough they could split into two sister packs and cover more claim.

I will go. Comes the gravely vocals, not used much in some time. Begin marking our new claim. The shadow speaks up and had it not been for a wolf's good hearing, likely he may not have been heard by the masses. Little had paid him mind as he kept out of the open gathering and in the shade of the forestry around. The thought of affection,  of longing, it brought him back to Leigh, to Dove... he saw very little of them now.