Whitebark Stream I See Fire

Harlyn had always found her skills elsewhere from hunting since birth. She wasn't terrible - after all, she'd managed to survive as a lone wolf a time or two and hadn't starved to death. Her instincts were not as sharp when it came to hunting though as they were for healing or for caring for others. She was born to protect the earth and its creatures, not so much for hunting them.

Fortunately, her companion turned out to be far better suited for their pastime. The alpha slowed after her quarry had all disappeared beneath the earth into their warren and she was pleased to see he had been much more successful than she. "Nicely done," Harlyn commented with a breathless grin, "You know, if you're looking for a pack you should head South. There's one I know of personally that could use good hunters like you." She gave another grin, wondering if he'd catch her meaning - that the pack was hers that she spoke of, and that she would have been happy to add him to their ranks.