Jade Fern Grove Command me to be well

Andalusia let her gaze cut across the young man's haggard body while he spoke, and every time her eyes returned to the deep gash that marred his neck. A lethal blow for a family dispute? She loathed to think on what these packs had done to each other to warrant a death penalty, but she imagined the situation was irredeemable in both their sights.

When her grizzled companion dipped his muzzle to the young man's thanks, Andalusia merely gave a twitch of her ear. Her thoughts were preoccupied, and she let the older man's words take precedence over anything she might have said. The names of the packs and their locations - that was all any wolf would need. She had no intention of getting involved in their politics or their lives; the risks far outweighed the benefits here.