A smile graced his pale features at the blue-eyed female’s words, the tip of his tail flicking in agreement. “I’m glad things are looking up for Whitestone,” he responded with sincerity in his voice, his peridots meeting her aqua pools briefly. He was still a little hesitant with continuing their alliance, but Wraith and Piety seemed capable. Once the puppy dust settled Lachesis wanted to visit the monadnock once more, to meet with the new leaders and ensure relations were still good between them. He could not help but wonder if Craw and his ebony mate, Morganna, would return to the lowlands. And if it had been the silver spider that had initiated Mittani’s attack—a last hurrah before he disappeared.
His maw canted to the side as he listened to Cheedo’s response. The agouti certainly was not as well-travelled as Lachesis, who had spent most of his first year in the Lore exploring as many territories as possible before deciding to settle town with the Trail wolves. “Is Wild Rye familiar with the wolves of the Notch? They reside south of your lands, tucked below the fjord,” Lachesis started with a slow wag of his tail, his brows narrowed slightly as he tried to recall the nearby territories, as there were some he had not visited in quite some time. The birth of his children, and the other Hearthwood litters, had kept him confined to the Kingswood and the eastern edge of the lowlands.
“South of my territory is Turtleback Lake—chances are if you go there you’ll find me,” he added with a small laugh, his ears twitching with amusement. “There used to be a pack south of the lake, Broken Timber Pines, but they disbanded months ago. Their absence has freed up a tremendous waterfall, and I have not heard news of any new packs forming in the woods.” He paused, his tongue falling slack for a moment as he considered his next array of words: “Is it just the lowlands you’ve visited? And Kingsfall?”
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