Dragoncrest Cliffs all hours we chilling and maxing the flow

quennell took to the ground. in any other circumstance val might have laughed, but the mood was grim and no smile etched his features.

it seemed the bear had been high past the tangle. good, he thought grimly — let it stay there. but still this did not answer the troubling thought: this was not so far from home, and bears were no allies of the seawolves.

i’d come back with worse than a missing tail. val surmised. what kind of bear? black? brown? the former he and a capable packmate might have a chance of chasing out of the territory… but the latter presented unpleasant problems and the possibility of slaughter.