Big Salmon Lake Fate whispers to the wolf; 'you can not withstand the storm'

The tiny femme had gone on yet another journey from her pack. Wolves, even Leto, had made themselves sparse, and she ought to do the same. And so she had journeyed east once more, to where she had met the wonderful woman, and further. The journey, due to its vast length, took her a couple of days, but it was well worth it. It meant that she didn't have to pretend to be loyal to the false king, didn't have to train and plan for the day they would overthrow him. It was, thankfully, a few days of blessed peace.

It was soon after her waking that she came across a pair, two women. Both had clean, pale pelts, though one of the two had wounds marring the pale fur. She simply watched them for a moment, as one of the two women flipped a fish out of the river. After deeming them to be of no obvious threat, she stepped toward them, features set to a kind but neutral expression. She chuffed a hello, wondering as to why these two women were travelling together. Sadly, should they be searching for a pack, she could be of no help as Kierkegaard prevented any from joining their ranks. At least until Minna and her rebellion overthrew him.