Letters from No One [IC-Joining]

The silver female stopped, her ears twitched at the accented voice. Similar to her Irish tinge, but she knew better. A northman. It wasn't Gavrill, either. And Thistle had come this way... It was a good chance that the wolf in question was none other than Ragnar. She had been warned by Thistle about his views on things. Buffalo scat... This isn't going to turn out well...

She slowly turned, her tail already drooped slightly as a sign of submission. "Er, aye an' nay. I was lookin' fer the Horizon Ridge pack, hmm? It, uh, appears they no longer exist... Ye, uh, wouldn't happen te know a Thistle Cloud, would ye?"