Morningside Cuesta summer flame

A grey-flecked tail washed in emphatic agreement. It'd been a good run, and it was about to be a good hunt, just as soon as the stupid deer keeled over and died already. In the meantime, though, she could simply be glad for the good company. The woman had, after all, turned the tides on an otherwise fruitless day.

"From over the river," she replied, featuring vaguely in that direction. "My pack is a little short on member right now, so I guess the borders aren't marked as well as they could be."

Her voice was sheepish, apologetic. Sunspot wasn't pleased by the way things were going, and she was pretty embarrassed that Damascus had been right there and still hadn't been able to tell she was staring into claimed lands. They had kids to think about, after all! The woman gave a tired huff and then immediately regretted it, wincing in apparent pain. "Damnit. I think I cracked a rib or something."

She stood and stretched, testing the injury. Nothing life-threatening, at least. "She didnt get you, did she?" Sunspot asked, looking toward her new companion with concern.