Silvertip Mountain Well great...

Zaria looked up when Chaska approached. She smiled lightly at the male because he was one of the wolves she could stand. She didn't like other wolves easily at all. Chaska already knew about her poison stash so she could easily vent about how she left her deerskin. The female looked at the grey male and let out a soft sigh. "With the cougar attack I forgot my deerskin with poisons," she admitted. "Once healed I will have to go back."

She didn't really feel like traveling all the way back, but it might be a good way to train her injured shoulder. She hoped it didn't stay injured for too long. She needed to get going. She couldn't slack around.