Secret Falls Feint

That shit…

A lot of shit went down at Wild Rye Fields, as far as Reyes could remember. Wolves come and going like it was a damn freeway. A cat. The incident with Askan’s uncle. The discourse with Risaela and the River scouts. Which one he was referring to, he wasn’t sure – but the alpha didn’t want any of it for Shallow’s Edge. That’s why they left, after all. In the end, the leaders couldn’t do a damn thing to hold the pack together.

Reyes dismissed the memories with a derisive snort and shook his head. “It will be fine, amado. We’ll go in, wait out the rain, and then we can see what’s up – if it’s the prey or if it’s too many strangers or if it was just a weird feeling, okay? But no one is out in the rain.”

He glanced ahead to where Hawthorne was trotting along. Kid would probably like the exercise if they started to do a few extra scouting missions. He spoke up a little louder. “Besides, we’d never hear the end of it if we caught a cold and the princess over there had to look after us.”

He smirked.

She let out a hearty snort at the raised words of Reyes. I'm not a princess. I'm more like the Keeper. Her words were proud with a teasing undertone. Just for good measure she tossed her head over her shoulder and gave a smirk to the muddy-colored duo.

Her attention quickly refocused back to the path before them and a swift flick of her tail was given. The younger Selwyn hoped that they would speed up unless they wanted her to come herd them like deer. She wouldn't have a problem doing it but she imagined that that was not exactly something the Edge duo would enjoy.

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(This post was last modified: Apr 16, 2018, 02:35 PM by Hawthorne.)