Sun Mote Copse wait a minute i'm passing out, win or lose

arunik'ra had not known eshamun had secured the pale wolf for their flock, so when the female ventured a single question arunik'ra's features arranged sharply with surprise. she cupped her razored ears forward, extending her muzzle outward to sift from the wind whether or not the female had been recently visited by one of her companions.

she thought she scented eshamun's presence across the gently rippling water, but remained wary. she stood plainly in the river, feeling the lolling tide as it trundled past her and cooled her aching limbs. "yes." she answered truthfully, though she was somewhat guarded. "who are you?"