Ashynn hadn't set out to be known as reliable. It just sort of happened. He'd come across Suut shortly after striking out on his own. She'd been a ragged little thing... Seemingly the lone survivor of a fire that had torn through her pack lands she'd been half-starved and covered head to toe in, well, soot.
He'd taken it upon himself to hunt for her, small prey. A weasel here, a mouse there. Little things that were easy to take down for a wolf on his own. She'd regained her strength over time, and along with it, developed a strong sense of loyalty to the formerly lone wolf.
They'd been content enough, the pair of them. Sure, they hadn't really had a territory of their own, but they'd skirted most trouble.
