Whitebark Stream its been too long

Citali had a good point. If Saena was less stubborn, she would've heeded the wise healer's words and the pair of them would be resting at home. Part of her felt selfish for dragging Citali away from the wreckage of her garden, and she resolved to find something to contribute to it before returning. She didn't say it, of course. She doubted the healer would approve of prolonging their stay outside the borders.

Thankfully, she didn't have to come up with an excuse, because the male wolf she'd flagged down was approaching. The alpha couldn't help but to square her forelimbs in anticipation. If he did attack, she'd be ready, even if there was no way in hell she'd win in a fight. Citali would, she knew, but was it even fair to put the healer in that position? She felt pretty selfish about that too, and even let her ears sink back as she dwelled on it.

They popped up again when Estoc was close enough to speak. Citali snapped a reply at him, earning a chuckle from the alpha female. The gamma certainly didn't need help in her department, but Estoc could serve another purpose, perhaps. "Have you seen a bear 'round here?" she asked across the distance, choosing to let that speak to their condition. "Big, fuckin' ugly, smells like shit, has a..." she choked. She couldn't talk about the half of her tail that that stinking bear was probably still carrying around. She shook her head, indicating that what she'd been about to add was unimportant, then looked expectantly to him.