Fishblight Mire trials and tribulations

sorry for the delay!

It seemed like a simple enough explanation, but it surprised Menta - who were these people who wanted to force relationships? Her home pack, she supposed, had been more egalitarian - matriarchal by comparison, even, with everyone knowing that her mother was more at the helm than her father even as both shared an Alpha title. Sounds more like you were too good for them, the cream insisted with a turned smile.

Her splashing on her legs was doing little more for the stuck mud bits, and Menta gave a small defeated sigh. Maybe if she had been a darker wolf it wouldn't have looked so obnoxiously disheveled but luck and genetics had given her light fur - and so, wrinkling her nose in slight distate, Menta stopped her attempts.  I should go and find a more clean water source to get myself a little more presentable before getting home, she told her new friend, eager to get this stench off of her but disappointed it undoubtedly meant parting ways.

If you're ever near Ryūjin in the Sunspire Mountains, will you give me a howl? The Italian looked over to Lagertha hopefully and wagged her tail in what she hoped was an earnest encouraging fashion. She rarely invited anyone close to her new home - only Banner until now, in fact - and she hoped the grey would take her up on it.