Mudminnow River Sometimes science is a lot more art than science

There were three of them: An adult male, an adult female, and a pup who was, Grezig assumed, male. The adult seemed cautious of her (a wise decision even if she wasn’t here to cause trouble), but the pup seemed bored. Well. He was a pup. He probably did not understand the gravity of the situation.

Grezig dipped her head in salutation. “Hello,” she said, returning the woman’s greeting. “My name is Grezig. I’m… looking for a pack to join. Are you three part of one? Or do you know of one?” Normally, she did not like to ask help from strangers, for she was often too proud, but she would make an exception if it would allow her the safety of a real pack again, with food caches and well-patrolled borders.