Two Rivers Isle Sun rays out the corner of my eye

"I don't doubt its importance, in fact, it seems very significant," Amos nodded, drinking in the information. He listened as Malice explained Aeronwyn's importance to her, thinking back to the white she-wolf whom he had met at the border. He wondered what she had done to earn Malice's friendship, but decided not to ask.

"This Blackfeather Woods you speak of...they sound very dangerous." Amos muttered, trying to remember where he had heard the name. He had met a young male before joining Arthendal named Cicero from that same pack who seemed harmless. He gulped, trying to picture him as a wolf who was a part of a pack that had a "wanted" list. Maybe one day, he'd even be fighting against him.

There was a silence, and he spoke again. "Absinthe and Thor," he repeated as if to embed the words in his mind. It was all so new to him, the idea of hiding identities and having hostile relations with other wolves. He nodded, listening to the last of the rules with a patient silence.

"I promise to uphold these rules," he stated, unsure if a declaration was required or not. "And as for respect, I will always be respectful whether asked or not," the male stated humbly.