Grouse Thicket Sun it rises

he let out a breath as the other spoke, shaking his head. i am too old to fight, ladka, he replied, and felt his lips stretching in a wide grin. he pushed his way through the brush to meet the stranger head on, chin gently raised in welcome.

and this boy you seek? aditya asked. what does he look like? i can keep my eyes out for him.

nothing much else to do here. foxfur was one of the only wolves he had seen around here; if they were to find a lost young warrior, this was probably the best place to look.