The Sunspire another head aches

Well. The wolves at Sunspire were certainly faster than the wolves at the creek. And there were even two of them. Good. Red stepped up, but kept her stance neutral-friendly, wagging her tail a little behind her. “Hello. My name is Red, and this is Clary.” She motioned towards the girl with her head. “We’re from the Easthollow pack, which is, well, east of here.” She grinned at that description for a moment, and then pressed on, trying to remember everything Valette had wanted her to say. “We’ve come as ambassadors on behalf of our alpha, Valette, who would have liked to come herself, but she is currently pregnant. We’d like to offer you an alliance with our pack, and have brought a gift for you as a show of good will.”

Here, she did a downward-dog stretch to lay the bison skin on the ground and then shimmied her head out from under it. She glanced down on rather battered pelt, and grinned sheepishly, ears splaying. “Apologies. It’s a little worse for wears than I would have liked, but we had to take a long detour to get here and the bison skin suffered for it.”