The visit south to his bros closest friends was long overdue—especially since the debacle on the Keep’s territory. He scoffed, aloud, at the thought. Clearly an alliance was not in the cards for the newly formed pack, even before Driftwood’s deliberate trespassing. Any sane, reasonable pack would not have settled so close to another with good intentions. The ghost refused to be driven from his home a third time. There would be no running from the river wolves; their home was at the edge of the lake and Lachesis would do whatever necessary to protect it. Even if it meant risking his own life. His children would not live in fear of being attacked or kidnapped by a rival pack; they would thrive along the shores of Turtleback just as his previous litter had.
He did not want to leave the Surge—not even for a few days—but he knew he had to. Lilya was busy keeping the children in line and Lachesis wanted to ensure that he sought out his southern neighbours as quickly as possible. He was curious as to whether either of the Edge Lords had encountered the newest pack in the north, or if any of their scouts had caught scent of the intruders. The Driftwood numbers had not increased or decreased since the birth of his children which worried him. However, he did not fret too much about the new pack. While they had numbers on their side they were all young and inexperienced; weak. Even their silver leader was not much of a threat to the Arctic. She was all words and posture; nothing more.
He just feared what they would do to the younger members of his pack.
When he reached the borders of the shallows Lachesis tossed his nose to the sky, calling for the dark duo. If they were nearby XIX knew he wouldn’t have to wait long. He just hoped they hadn’t gone on their own scouting mission…
stick with those who stick with you