Silvertip Mountain all that glitters is gold

he nodded. "they're fine, now," aditya said shortly. "but she escaped. she had no tail," he added, as a way of explanation for his intrusive gaze. "i meant no discomfort toward you. i did not see the attack, so i don't know what exactly this woman looks like."

moving on, he repeated her name--"queenie." then, "are you alone, or with a pack?" she smelled as if she were alone, had been for a time. but to assume that was to stifle the conversation, and he wanted to keep it flowing.

her pelt reminded him of lavender's; short and merle, almost like down feathers. his stomach flipped as he began to think. . .could this be the mother of grayday's second litter? she might be a bit too young for that, as the pups were several moons old, now, but aditya had no idea of her exact age. perhaps. . . he thought grimly, wondering if that was why she had the plateau smell on her. had she gone to visit?