Bearclaw Valley They don’t get the context ‘cause it’s too complex

since the incident of the other day, toad was further on edge. of course he wouldn't know her thoughts, but whether he knew it or not, he agreed with astara- a pack leader ought to be able to keep their wolves in line. toad was not a born leader, and actually preferred to follow, but he couldn't understand a leader who would let their subordinate hurt an ally- an ally child- and especially, the child of the ally leader. foolishness. 

that day when a loud howl echoed through the air, he pulled himself from his stone perch upon the slopes and made his way to the border in a matter of minutes. there stood one of the men who had fought alongside them against easthollow- and an unfamiliar male. toad stood just beyond evien and astara, though surely close enough that the healer would know his presence.

toad didn't mind falling into shadow, out of the spotlight- he was here as backup more than anything, in case matters went awry, but otherwise he was quietly interested in hearing whatever words might be exchanged as well. they better be words of apology, otherwise toad doubted this would be peaceful- though he was rarely one to initiate fighting on his own. that would be up to the leaders.