King Elk Forest a journey (a dream of flight)

The overlarge brute grinned watching his offering being eaten with such gusto. It made him proud, perhaps he would be a good father after all. The words this one spouted was confusing ‘From the Crow’s Wing’ Was this one from an obscure pack he didn’t know about.?

Vein sniffed the air; this one didn’t seem to smell of a pack, but then his nose was much more attuned to plants then wolf scents so he shrugged off his confusion and filed away the information. “Well Crowfeather my good fellow, if you find yourself in need of a pack and or a home to lay your head upon, then Come to the strath and tell them Vein sent.”

Vein thought for a moment and his deep bass rumbled again  “Or you could come with me now and find a home and a pack to hunt with.”

He reached down and picked up the other frogs waiting a moment or two to see what this stranger would do now. Ready to lead the way or continue on alone.