Larkcall Lowlands winter snakes

Lachesis hoped that their good relations would continue, for he saw the northern pack as valuable assets to the river wolves. He just prayed that none of their members would encounter the wolf that attacked the Whitestone youth. Tragedy seemed to follow Hearthwood like a lost puppy and he was growing weary of the misfortunes they endured. They preserved, as always, but it was still exhausting. Especially when their ranks fluctuated so much, for he worried that they would have another Grizzly Hollow situation.

He quickly dismissed the thought as Piety spoke and he offered her a small nod in response. For now he was not looking for recognition—he simply wanted to help their neighbours because it was the right thing to do.

And Lachesis did not possess a bad bone in his body; helping others was what he did best.

He chuckled at her comment, a lazy smile stretching across his dark lips. “If you need anything else don’t hesitate to ask, Piety. Hearthwood will try to help with whatever it is you need,” he assured her with a dip of his head, his tail swaying gently behind him. Gifts were not necessary but they were appreciated all the same. “You as well,” he countered as he watched her turn away, his muzzle falling to the side slightly. “Good luck with your search!” He called out before turning on his heels and retreating to the forest behind him. He would have to update Kisla and the others of what he learned, and to tell them to keep an eye out for Odin’s attacker. Exit/fade.

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