Lion Head Mesa A neat tucked slice

to know oneself was to be intimately uncomfortable. qiao could not read sayf's mind, yet she wondered all the same. there were some wolves who were not cut out for higher things, same as there were some wolves who were not cut to make it past their first birthday, or become leaders, or die old..

those are wolves who are afraid to grow. qiao leveled sayf with a knowing look. we must not become them.

she stood from the litter of objects upon the floor, collecting first the pellets with something of a fond look. i will set out shortly to find horsetail. should you find owl pellets or gaultheria, please leave them here for me when i return.