Well, they'd blown their chance at leaving before dark. Chimera wasn't really surprised. It took a long time to travel with so many wolves, especially with Romir wandering off to sniff the flowers and Perdicas lagging behind picking up twigs and Iosef jerking to a sudden, startled halt every time anything made a sound. He wasn't exactly thrilled about staying the night. If he'd had any idealistic hopes about their neighbors, they had been quelled by their short visit. His grandfather was an idiot, and wolves here were...boring. Just like wolves everywhere.
Still, he was looking forward to one thing. Being here tonight meant he could sneak off to have a chat with his cousins in private, without any over-protective adults breathing down his neck. He wasn't necessarily looking for a fight, but he wouldn't say no if one presented itself. One way or another, he had unfinished business with Django, and he slipped away from the others to seek him out.
Anatto wondered if the others would come. He had caught Chimera's eye, earlier, and he thought they were all on the same page...but you could never be sure. He waited in the open, illuminated by moonlight as he sat in the middle of a small clearing near the river. It was very small, cleared out by the death of a tree that had fallen and taken a few with it; the stump still stood, termite-gnawed and desolate, but most of the logs had been drawn away by beavers.
He glanced around, waiting for Django to come bursting through with his usual tornado of fury. He felt a bit like the second in a duel. This...should be interesting, anyway.
