Moonspear To Forgotten Lands

His muzzle tilted down—inclined to follow her to where she believed the marten to be. It was a fine idea—but if he were honest, his time spent now was not simply one of assisting a fellow pack mate but of getting to know this alluring she-wolf better. She had captivated his lover—and so he was eager to forge a relationship with her—and what that could be depended on what would follow, he assumed.

As they moved to the location she had mentioned, the stalwart man passed a sideways glance to her. “When we met, you spoke of a place called Northfall. What was it like?”