Blacktail Deer Plateau Hope

Sorrel's body was doing its best. Illness still plagued her frail frame but she was determined to work beside the discomfort. If Grayday saw her, perhaps he would criticize her efforts, but being alone without serving any place in the back just didn't quite feel right. There was another wolf not far off from where Sorrel stood, and for a moment, she thought that maybe it was her father. The slow wag of her tail, however, halted as the unfamiliar scent wafted by.