The Hearts of Granite rolled out of the front yard of the house where their new Totem, the proud and noble Stands Defiant, stood guard and followed their Alpha as Alison led them towards the River. That natural boundary that separated the Pack's territory and the territory of the Forsaken wolves' wayward sibling antagonists, the Pure. Now the new band of brothers, and a big sister, moved towards the no-mans-land that was so vital in the defense of the ground they had each pledged to defend with their very lives if required.
These were the thoughts in Matt Kelly's head as his body, in the form of the Near-Wolf, raced forward with the rest of the HOG. Well I'm no Gibbous Moon, but 23 years of modern culture sure have taught me how to over think a situation. The brown near wolf's teeth came as close to a smile as a near wolf's teeth could get and there seems to be a little bit more of a spring in it's stride. Out of the corner of his eyes he looks to his new brothers and sisters and wonders what they are thinking, how they are preparing themselves for the coming investigation.