Rhysis couldn't help but scoff at the mention of their missing member. Jedd. Next time he saw that wolf, he'd only live long enough to gasp before Rhysis would take him down, the black wolf was sure of it. There was no point tracking him down now, especially not when he needed rest and food; the trek over the mountains was tedious, long and no matter how many times they made the journey, how fit he was, it never got much easier. The thought of a full belly and curling up, mixing his fur with that fine female who now sat next, sounded like a much better plan then hunting down a coward. "Let's just say, to keep things simple - he is a dead wolf walking." he said with his southen accent and a snort.

Surrounded by both his lady and the little wolf, he felt somewhat comfortable, but it couldn't last. He rose then and stepped towards Chantille and the scent of the Poisoned wolves now upon her fur. With his head elevated into dominant stance, he regarded her with a smirk and a quirk of his brow. Of course, he'd much rather had found a fighter, someone to help him protect the females he seemed to be collecting, but another healer couldn't be a bad thing, especially if they could help with the birth of his females children. Anything to keep her safe.

He slipped past Chantille then and headed towards the hidden entrance to their home. With a final glance over his shoulder at the lady's gathered, he slipped into the shadow and off towards their den site in hopes of finding a good meal.

exit

Chantille watched in uncomfortable silence as the wolves spoke of some former pack mate. Rhysis spoke as if he had acid on the tongue- the hatred burned within his eyes. What had this wolf done? She watched him with deep brown eyes, curiosity poking at her, but not enough to speak. She would be respectful. A dead wolf walking. Damn. Whoever the wolf was, she felt a bit of pity for, but not enough to truly care. Blinking her eyes, Chant looked at her new family, waiting to see what would be said or done next.


So these are the wolves she would thrive with now. She would heal for them when need be, she would hunt for them, she would protect them. Chantille was ready to take on these roles, and fulfill every need of her family. She had served her home pack well, and had no doubt she would let Poison Path down.