Dragoncrest Cliffs Isaiah 43:18

Looking to meet some packmembers!

It was close to two weeks since she had joined Drageda, and she could feel the changes in her body. She could see the changes on her children as their bones disappeared and their coats began to glow again. She too was recovering. She no longer felt tired all the time, nor as if she could never find enough to eat. She gave thanks every morning and night to Molech, as well as Thuringwethil for her new home.

She had just placed a freshly caught hare into the cache, wanting to replace some of what they had eaten. She and the children at first had eaten like they were starved, constantly gorging. She did not want to see ungrateful, though she was sure Thuringwethil had expected the newest members to feast for a while considering their condition. Still, she did not want to give any wrong impressions, and she was steadily working to fill what she had taken. A hare here and there, or simply eating what she had caught herself. So far she hadn't managed anything large, but eventually she knew the pack would hunt together and she would offer her services.

She paused to gaze at the cache, taking stock of what was there. It was still well stocked, it appeared the wolves of Drageda had a profitable winter, despite the conditions. She was happy that her own hardships were, hopefully, behind her.