Lost Creek Hollow it's the king's turn

“Nah,” she tells him, brushing it off with a shrug. She hadn’t met everyone in the pack, much less enough to ask them to share a space with to keep warm.  Mordecai had his mate and she didn’t know Ilya that well.  The other wolves she’d only seen in passing at the cache destruction, Lagon included. They were able to get on as a headstart, having known each other before technically meeting.  It did give him the advantage above the others, she supposes.

The invitation to patrol together is put out before her and Root smiles, waving her tail a few times. He must be in the similar path as she.  Hunting is her first and foremost passion, something that runs through her blood, but protecting the hollow in light of recent events is certainly up there as well.

“Absolutely,” she says with a grin, leaning in just a little to bump his shoulder.  She pushes off the ground with a little extra speed. “Though how do I know you’re any good at your job?” A bright twinkle in her eye flashes, lightening up the smile on her features as she spins around and cuts off his path.