Why had he said all this?  To a virtual stranger, no less?  Oh, Renier might be Rook’s brother, but that didn’t mean the older wolf had any inclination towards the Grizzly Hollow alpha at all.  Veho withheld a sigh, mentally chastising himself as he nodded, graciously offering the apology.  It could do little to ease the hurt in his heart, but it was kind of the willow wolf to offer it all the same, and no good would come of rudeness because another wolf had left him sore.  Their packs could use the ceasefire, after all.

Veho gave another small hum, bobbing his head at the suggestion.  “A pack hunt is an interesting idea.  Perhaps in the winter, when prey is more scarce, we will find a better rate of success if we increase our numbers.” It was decent, and something he would keep tucked in mind.  When the time came, and if nothing changed (for the worse, that was), he would send one of his scouts to Willow Ridge to arrange the event.  As it were, Renier was correct.  They’d both taken up some time, and the other leader would surely have his own affairs to tend to upon return.  “It was a pleasure to meet you, Renier.  My the Ancestors guide you, and may the may you walk be clear.”

Exit.