Barrow Fields battle torn and holy

Blackbear didn't really have anything to say. It was just that - there was another wolf, and she was itching to attach herself to someone else already. The woman smelled like the coastal pack that she and Daddy had visited together, once. A new goal already turning in her head, Blackbear gave a friendly wag of her tail and closed the distance between them. She'd been about to say something about definitely needing to follow the older woman home when something prickled at the back of her neck. Both their gazes swung toward the doe.

"Are you as hungry as I am?" Blackbear asked, not really thinking much on the question. The answer didn't matter, really. It was obviously a suggestion that they hunt.