Flintwood Falls Pack

Calliopeia trotted a few paces ahead, her tail tip bouncing as she poised it high over her haunches. A few wolves grew quiet as she drew near. Each and every one of them peered at you with some knowing look in their eyes.

The young leader sauntered to a stop, eyeing her subordinates. "Cassidy. Basyl." Her voice was stern though warm. "I'll see you two back at dusk." Already on their paws, the pair turned and disappeared into the dense brush off the trails' clearing. All that was left was a tall but burly wolf. "And as for you, Pomp, show them around. The scouts found something near Hollow's Basin, I'll be back before sunfall." He didn't seem too enthused at the thought and gave you a glance swelling with disdain. But he didn't protest, and heaved himself up off the ground. Too egotistical for words, is all you note.

And like a spry pronghorn, off she went. Glimmering coat vanishing behind tall and enviously striking trees.