Ghost Lion Crag Upward over the mountain

There was something to be appreciated in the way that the dark stranger responded, providing any details that might have been relevant in Foxfur’s search. The warrior took the details and stored them in his mind.

Antares had stated that he’d ventured to the south and the west of where they were. Crowfeather was not seen in either of those territories. A more easily dissuaded man might have turn and returned home, counting the dark runaway as a lost cause. Foxfur merely had been given areas that would be safe from his scouring gaze.

Probably a week. Perhaps a few days more, the warrior answered. His voice was weary but there would be no hiding the gratefulness that mingled there.

In that moment, Foxfur found it curious that a capable man would be on his own, unpledged. The fragrances that clung to Antares’ coat were not those of a pack dweller. You are a lone warrior? Unpledged to a clan?