Swiftcurrent Creek meadowline

“Recognize who’s scent?”

The shadow runner emerged close behind Arric, wraith-like—stone. His pale eyes swept over the earth wolf with rolling suspicion—did the red-eyed wolf not say there were more of them during their attacks?

A rumble pressed in his chest—tattered, but not quite broken just yet. 'Mayfair,' the other had greeted Arric, and he swept his gaze over the other. "Your surname. Where do you come from?"