Bitterroot Valley ut alii vivant

Snacha nodded, understanding her place among this group hunt. Her brown eyes turned toward Lucani and she nodded a greeting, stepping closer toward her, but not far from Thuringwethil. She would not stray from the heda until the hunt truly began. It was not in her nature to venture far from the heda, but she knew that as time wore on and the pack grew, so would her duties as second. Perhaps that would be a good thing, but seeing as she was very young and didn't know these others yet, she would trust few wolves around the commander until they proved themselves trustworthy.