Blackfeather Woods and what price will you pay?

Rowan beamed, tail waving with happiness. This was good. Rowan was getting better at this making friends business. And being a medic it seemed. He gently directed Reyes towards where the creek was. IT wasn't too far and was sure he'd make it there. They'd made it this far already.

He tilted his eyes to the man - who Rowan now realised had a rather similar coat colour, albeit darker.
Strange, but nothing clicked.
Rowan never knew his father or anything about the man. Only that he probably had one at some point.

"I'd rather help than have you die on my borders," he smiled tweaking, realising it sounded better in his head. Whatever. "Of course I'm serious. Stay as long as you like as long as you don't start fucking my shit up," Rowan chuckled softly, "just treat the pack with respect and don't kill the birds. They're sacred."
He looked up, wondering where Stone was. Probably looking for another gift for the Altar.

Rowan licked his lips, sniffing around as they walked, wondering what his pack was up to. Takiyok had come through here a little while ago. He wondered if they'd meet at the creek.
Through he didn't see her pale fur as they neared the bubbling water.