Where do we go From Here?

The male had a lot to think about. Frost hadn't been the only one worried about Iskra's appearance at Lirim's borders and the news she'd brought with her, and yet Rory wasn't sure what to make of it. It was easy to let his thoughts slip to blaming these Abraxas for what had happened to Jewell. What if one of them had raped her? Then he had to remind himself there were many wolves in Boreas, more if you counted Auster, and just placing the blame on one group without further proof wasn't going to do anything but get him in trouble. Still, it bugged him not knowing the rainbow girl's attacker, which was exactly why he was happy she was safe within the pack's borders. It was easier to keep an eye on her this way.

A howl drew him from his thoughts and his ears flicked absentmindedly as he recognized Frost's voice immediately. He rose from his spot that he'd been sitting and trotted swiftly to where the other male was. He was easy to spot since he was hanging near his den and Rory attempted a feeble smile before he came to a stop.

"Hey Frost, did you need something?"

"Speech"