Blackfoot Forest French Revolution

She laughed goodnaturedly at the sudden barrage of excited questions. It seemed she had caught the attention of the youngster, and smiled at her fondly. "No, she never was. She was very good at her job you see. She had even posed as a lone wolf for awhile so that she might infiltrate an enemy pack. She would have been killed were she found out but she never was." 

She found herself wondering what Orada was up to these days, if she had found a mate and had children. Perhaps she was still a scout a still spying. She was one of the few who had not been claimed by the disease. She had been away with her mentor, learning more about the trade.