Blacktail Deer Plateau dudes in bodegas

*creates intra-pack rivalries*

The black wolf seemed agreeable to helping, and Chip breathed a sigh of relief. At least it wasn't a lazy freeloader, and she happened to speak real words… not that gibberish the sea wolves were trying to teach her. (That might end up being a lost cause.) Before they could get to the task at hand, though, the same wolf Chip had encountered a day or two prior had arrived. Chip let out an audible groan, remembering how the foreign-speaking wolf had not exactly given her a great first impression.

"Dude, neither of us know what you're saying. We are going to go get some food for the pack. Are you gonna help or what?" Chip's tone was terse and to the point, and she didn't wait for an answer before giving the black wolf a "let's go" gesture and heading back to the last location she'd seen the tiring deer. "I'm Chip, by the way," she said quietly to the dark wolf, hopefully out of earshot of the white ~princess.~