Lacking Humanity|Half Crescent

Chapter Twenty-Two

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"...Those bounty hunters don't know what they're doing anymore, they're all migrating to the states. Every last one of them, and good riddance—The states are fucked." Andy's eyes continued to dance between his Luna and Severin's, but she maintained a steady motion in buttering her toast or sipping her tea.

He knew she was listening, so says the closed book and perked lips as it was cutting sign that she was thinking. But thankful Grey had been the one to ask the question.

"What's wrong with the states?"
"In shambles is what, the council's gone...Most of the council is dead now that I think of it, what did they call themselves...'Coldridge' yeah, I'd make the fair wadger that the packs jump from thirteen down to nine." The gears in Sage's head were turning, and Andy couldn't hold himself back.

Your pack wasn't in Coldridge, right?

No, we were in Summit. Other packs, but I don't know how to ask questions without Noah knowing where I'm from.

The guests would only be here for another day before returning back to Swift Tail. Though it couldn't be more agonizing, the resources were enough to set them back, even with Sage's magical garden, something that caught Noah's attention.

Andy simply pinned it off to Hera and her love for gardening, and the new additions were all her own constructions as well. She certainly made the pack feel much homier.

"Anything we need to worry about?"
"Wouldn't be surprised if most of them come up our way. The last time there was a war, two packs fell. No doubt that Moon Valley will be next." Was it wrong for Sage to smirk into her next sip of tea?

Absolutely not, but they were the main reason for the war in the first place.

"You don't have to worry about a thing, little Luna. Andy and I have been friends for years now...And if you ever feel like you need help, can always send a few warriors your way." She had finally cracked with a laugh.

"I think we're okay." She deemed, and Grey had to withhold his own shiver. Sage could be the scariest damn wolf in the whole pack if she so pleased. Her black coat made it near impossible for her to be seen in the dark.

Not to mention the speed she manages to get up to.

Silent but deadly indeed.

"Always keep an open hand to others, Little Luna. It'll be good for you in the long run."
"I still got captured, so no. Not good." She interjected, and Andy sighed, attempting to whisper words that appeased Noah only to counter them in her head.

We're not really that good friend's Sage. He's just the closest ally I have.

Sounds familiar.

What?

Nothing. Don't need to keep friends if they're not friends. A lot of people pretend with me and others don't like me...One female calls me pig because I ate too much at meeting. Noah doesn't have good vibes. You know Elena say same thing too—I don't remember learning about Canada packs, but he's bottom. Right?

Andy hadn't thought about that position. Had Swift Tail been bottom-ranked?

"Do you have any ties to the American packs, Luna Hera?" Noah questioned, and Sage shrugged. "I don't know...In the dark, and my English is—"
"You're doing fine. Stop putting yourself down." Andy interjected, squeezing her hand in damnation.

He absolutely hated when she talked bad about herself. There was no need to apologize or claim that her English was bad—It wasn't.

"I still have to learn." She claimed, and the table nodded with her in agreement, though one final aspect is that Noah wanted to hunt his final meal. Meaning that Sage had shifted alongside Andy and thus, the two went ahead to trail Noah and his high tier warrior Brent.