Honeyed Pasture Relax today worry tomorrow

the patchwork girl filled his sights, a welcome distraction to the thoughts that had plagued him since leaving the glacier.

the kill-blood filled his senses, a welcome—

well caught, he remarked, nodding toward the prey at her paws. are you—

his nostrils flared, catching the scent of not one but multiple wolves on her pelt, ranging from mountain to sea. he paused at that, legs stiffening, unsure of his next move.

aditya took a breath, and asked, what pack is yours?