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

The woman spoke again, Minna chewing a bite of the fish as she spoke. She quite liked fish, however, was horrible at catching them. After the woman finished, Minna hesitated a moment before speaking. "I'm from Rosings, a pack nestled at the base of the mountains." She stopped, and sighed. "Where times different, and you looking for a home, I might have led you there, but pack politics have been...violent." she said softly, sadness flickering briefly across her gaze. She hated being kept apart from her packmates in order to attempt to not rouse suspicion, but would stand it for as long as it took.

Turning her attention to the girl, who she judged to be perhaps only 6 months old or so, perhaps 8, she smiled. This girl was sweet, and Minna answered her question in a kind tone. "Nope, not just red. White, black, brown, beige...there are many different pelt colours here, honey."