As Stone and Rhys were talking in the cave, Simon finished his garden for the season.
"Looking good." He was pleased with himself. Now was the time he could get to business. He walked to the mouth of the cave to meet his friend. "Hey, Stone. I need you," he called.
"Okay. Excuse me, Rhys." He went outside to Simon. They started strolling. "So, whatcha need?" said Stone.
"This is about the new pack."
"Is there something wrong?"
"No, no. It's just I need you to decide where you want the borders of the new pack to be." The young wolf grinned.
"Oh, okay." Simon drew a wavy line in the dirt.
"Pretend this is the Dividing River." He drew an oval shape attached to the bottom end of the line. "This is the lake."
"Alright. I get it." Simon drew another oval on top of the line, making the shape look like it was cracked into two halves.
"These territories are the Eastern and Western Packs." He then put a single dot southeast of the drawing of the Eastern Pack. "This is where we are."
"So, what do you recommend?" Stone questioned.
"In my opinion, the pack should be here to here." He drew a circular shape around the dot. The imagined territory was much smaller than the Eastern's or Western's. But for a new pack, it was considered huge.
"Whatever you say, Simon. You're the expert." Rhys came up to them. The two males panicked as their scheme was in sight.
"Hey, guys. What are two talking about?"
"Oh, uhh... we were just talking about, uhh... What should I say?" Stone mumbled. "I guess I should say the truth. Don't worry, Simon. I got this." Rhys followed him to the garden. Rhys didn't know what was going on. It was a simple question. "Here, I'll explain. Do you remember when we talked about your sister, Terra, and how you said she made you fall on sharp rocks?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, there's a wolf named Stormfast, and, uhh... he left me to humans!" he yelled. Rhys gasped.
"Oh, that must be horrible!" She hugged him. "That's many times worse than what happened to me!" she cried.
"Don't worry, Rhys. Don't cry!" He tried to calm her down. "He'll get what's coming to him."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I promised Simon that I would help him revenge our old pack. And he promised me that he would help me form my own pack 'cause it's my dream." She stopped crying. "So we were just talking about where the new borders should be."
"Oh, I see."
"Stone!" Simon called.
"I gotta go," said Stone.
"Okay," Rhys replied. She watched Stone leave her. She now felt sorry for him. To be captured by humans and survive was amazing, but the fact that another wolf... this wolf of sorts, this wolf of mystery... would leave him like that and betray his own kind, his own friend, his own packmate... To Rhys, it was a cruel joke. Whoever Stormfast was, she would claw his eyes out.
Meanwhile, Stone and Simon were wondering what to call the river where Rhys was discovered.
"How 'bout Stone's River?" said Simon.
"No, no. You're too nice."
"Oh, it's your pack." The old wolf pointed at his chest. It made him feel special and important. He was top Alpha.
"Oh, fine. I guess so."
"So, what do you want the name of the pack to be?"
"Hmm... I don't want to rush for it today, so for now, I'll call it Stone's Pack."
"Okay," Simon accepted. Stone wondered how Simon opened up, for he was usually much grumpier.
Maybe he just needed some company, he thought.