Ravensblood Forest Training is Training...

"Same to you." Shalon greeted as he walked toward the stream. He dipped his head, and drank his fill. Perhaps he had come a long way? Shalon was not used to this area yet and as such had no idea where the Silvertip Mountain pack called home.

"I see, the famine has caused all of us a lot of greive." She shook her head, she felt annoyed with herself over her actions due to hunger. There were childish and ignorant, now with a full stomach Shalon was sure her encounters with other wolves would be more calm headed. Shalon looked back toward Steady, "No not to long, just long enough to have been negativly effected by the food shortage. I've been following this stream from Otter Creek, I'm afraid I had an encounter with another wolf in the Fairspell Meadow, if you are familiar with the lands to the south." She had nothing to hide, and so told him exactly what he wanted to hear and a little more.