Hideaway Strath Standing shoulder to shoulder

Adlartok heard the call and heeded it, rather swiftly. He had grown a soft spot for the white child. Though he would not admit as much. And there was no denying they needed the meat.

At her words of the former pack hunt, he agreed whole heartedly. It had been disastrous, and he was no healer, but it hadn't looked for the youth since. He probably should, or check on Miss. Arlette.

A small pang of guilt colored his mind and infused his body.