Desmon

The distance between the Alleys and the Ranch seemed to grow longer with every trip he took, but Desmon made no complaints as he followed his alpha to the domain of the Ranch Lurkers. It had been a long while since he'd actually been out this way, and he wasn't entirely sure who still lived here, and if their old allegiance held.

Moving slower as the farmhouse came into view, Desmon lowered his head and his voice, "Should we call to them from back here, or move in closer? I feel vulnerable in the daylight."