Phantom Hollow Call him Judas if you want, but he did it for reasons much older than silver

The small hare was left untouched, though the gesture did not offend Pallas. Perhaps the wolf had other things on her mind; things more pressing than the idle gift of a strange passerby. Things like locusts, and imminent childbirth.

She canted her head, pondering on the woman's words. Was it all? Probably not. A preliminary scout of the area showed many scents, which lead Pallas to believe perhaps this pack was large. "If you have time, I'd like to know more about the area. Your pack seems well secured and full: where else is there to go? Do you know how long this will last?" While she did not know for certain there was no spot for her in Moonlit Hills, she surmised the same simply because the wolf was pregnant.