Looking back at the beasts that he had met his head began to hurt. Scraped knuckles and a bloody nose had been the result of one meeting, while the other was just as interesting. Though he hadn’t gotten much ‘important’ information, in Gaël’s eyes at least. Heath thought it was an accomplishment to have learned a new head butting technique, but he knew better then to brag to his older brother. Such a thing was goofing off.
Even though they fought it was his brother’s voice that eased his worrying, as they did this time. Unless Heath was at the brink of battle Gaël could always calm him, and usually with just a few words. He was happy to believe that their sister was safe and sound, he would rather think of other things anyways.
He did have some information, and was happy to share with the larger male.
Il y a un tas, tout près. Crimson Dreams, menés par une femelle seule Of course Heath wasn’t sure for certain that she was the only one truly leading it, but he was one for assumptions. Je crois son par le lac. Heath had investigated the scents that lingered there, finding it matching the pup he had met from the pack.