Sleeping Dragon the rhythm of snow

Snacha almost recoiled when Hush stepped forward to lick her chin, but she remained still. It was unusual for one subordinate to submit to another in her pack, but she has come to realize that not every wolf pack lived by the same rules. Snacha nodded briefly after Hush stepped back and allowed a small smile to grace her lips for a moment before fading away. Then the other canted his head sideways, as if asking what she wished to do, and Snacha took a moment to think over their options. It would not be a bad idea to patrol the borders, to mark them more fully. Or to hunt and fill the caches. Or spar. Any of these things would be good for them to do.

"Patrol, hunt, or spar," she said, gaze flicking over the land around them, before returning to Hush. Having only met him once, she didn't realize that he can't speak more than just his name, and so she looked at him expectantly for his answer. Which one of those things would he prefer to do today? Any of them suited her, but if he wished to join her, she would give him first choice.