Fairspell Meadow Small dinner, spoiled by you

Laska chewed the last of her berries and then her ears cupped listening to the pack that Wraen had come from. They come from the mountains? Interesting... her thoughts were brief about her pack. “Coming from a big pack must be a lot to take on, for the leaders, such as yourself.  Are the hunting grounds here good? Not that we’ll take them just making conversation?” She hoped her question wasn’t too forward. 

For a pack as big as she was talking about the grounds would have to be fruitful with prey. Laska could only imagine having a big pack and being a leader of one, it seemed like too much responsibility for her. The snow queen was more of a laid back type of woman who would rather worry about lesser problems than if other packs around were friends or foes or if a wolf had crossed them what they were to do.