Flycatcher Downs i've been everywhere, man

To his surprise, Shale didn't seem opposed to the idea. Murdock fixied him with a look, trying to determine whether or not his brother planned to partake in the roving, or simply endure Murdock while he hunted for a piece of tail. "Yeah, I guessed so," Murdock harrumphed, though his expression was more teasing than irritable.

His eyes clouded at Shale's next words, however. "I don't know much about them, either," he admitted, his ears fanning back. "There were a couple I passed by on the way to Easthollow, but to be frank, I passed them by for a reason. I guess we might be better off hunting down our hotties." That would be a chore, though. Lone shewolves tended to be a bit prickly when approached by pairs of strange men. "I don't know if it's worth the effort," he huffed, pausing to test the air, lips curling back to better take in any scents on the wind. Huh. It seemed as though there were quite a few unfamilar women in the area. Maybe they wouldn't have such terrible luck after all.