Silver Creek The Hunting Grounds

Maiken stared at the child for a moment. She muttered under her breath in her own language.

Godhet

Though she made no move to reprimand. He was not hers, and he could be possessive or territorial. She was fast realizing not all the wolves that were involved with Warchief Fury were kind. Though Fury was in her own right.

Her eyes grew wide at Bison. They were huge, and they would certainly feed many. She would love to have the fur, if they were part with it, but she wasn't sure if she could ask.

Large feet, brutish heads. We must watch the horns.