Jade Fern Grove Just another good reason to get it right

The marks that designated the pack's purchase were clear, strong, and recent. Gingerly, she sniffed the uric aroma until Tuwawi finally pieced together exactly who had left it. As if on queue, Scimitar emerged from the treeline accompanied by a slate colored she-wolf. His stately posture affirmed his position of alpha -- mute companion lingering by his side. The male was just as Tuwawi remembered (minus an ear) which caused a potent brew of unfair jealousy and resentment to bubble in her breast. He had been so right about the failed Sveijarn venture... and that truth was enough reason for the bullheaded Tuwawi to harbor contempt.

Her ears fell to half-mast at either side, posture limp and neutral as her gaze jumped between the two wolves. Scimitar's apathetic tone announced a question, to which the red wolf replied in a curt manner. "Just passing by," she told him, "caught your scent by the lake." Her weight shifted. "Do you live here now? I thought you had moved up North."