Bearclaw Valley there is nothing you can say to them

Solomon trots up to the trio. One lies on the floor, lifelessness in her eyes. It’s another wolf, one who is dead. He wonders why and who? Though he’s distracted by the man he met upon first coming here, Merrick. Then another shewolf of pitch black with deadly violet eyes. He assumes this is the female alpha his new leaders speaks of. 

Though his body language is not dominant, it surely isn’t submissive. His white-blue hues flick to Astara and then to Merrick in a silent questioning of what happened.