Hideaway Strath sapientia

The closer they got to the former pack grounds, the more nervous Crowfeather had grown. The scent of those who had bullied him, had made him scared and worried, the brutes, still lingered heavily. 

They had many members, he said softly. 

I didn't like them.

As if that would carry a modicum of importance with the silver, stalwart Germanicus. He had asked, though. 

I wonder why they left...