Blackfeather Woods So what do you want from me

She smiles at the greeting. While she has been separated from the north for a while, it does not compare for the length of time he has. Will she survive that long down here? Will she eventually face the facts and return to the north? Her first choice in a pack had been a blind decision for familiarity, warranting ugly granulated tissue on her front legs and broken bones in her foot to compromise her way of life. Nothing is terribly life threatening and she’s mostly on the other side of healing, but she is not appreciative of the wounds she wears.

”I am well,” she says in their shared tongue. The satisfaction on his face widens her smile and she swishes her tail a little. ”You?”