“Kjors.” He debated sharing his last name. It would mean nothing to her. Ah, but there were unlikely to be any other wolves who shared the name in his forest, so the man left it there with a dip of his head. But she shared her pack, and the man supposed he should return the favor. After all, Morganna had been nothing but assistance, and she hadn’t tried to steal his original kill. Shifting his weight, he nodded over his shoulder towards the north. “Hearthwood River. Northeast, where th’ trees grow t’ th’ clouds.”
A few days travel in that direction, as well. He’d have to trace the spine of the world back north until he could cross over into the Snowmarch Expanse. Easier travel than trying to climb the mountain (and he was much less likely to run into that damnable mountain lion he and Karina had evaded so many months before). He huffed a sigh. “Best be goin’,” the wolf grumbled. “Gotta bring this home before trouble tests me again.”
The thought of offering a blessing crossed his mind, but he dismissed it as he leaned down to gather his prize back into his mouth, carrying in gingerly as he turned for home. It was going to be a long march.