Heron Lake Plateau develop medical provider relationships.

Poe didn't particularly like the idea of joining a pack. It wasn't that she had anything against pack life - she actually loved being part of a pack - she simply didn't want to be in one right now. But after wandering the Hinterlands on her own for a while longer and barely fending off starvation with a couple of scraps and a rabbit, she had accepted that she wasn't likely to make it much longer on her own. So, there she was - sniffing around at the Redhawk border and trying to talk herself into calling for attention.

Her mind was on Owen as she explored the area outside of the borders. He was the reason she had come this way, though she had no idea how much knowing him would help her chances here. Her stay would be temporary - a few months at best. And Poe, not being a dishonest creature, had every intention of being upfront about that fact, even though she had a feeling it wouldn't be much appreciated. She wondered about what else might be around if the Redhawks fell through, but supposed she was maybe getting ahead of herself. Worrying and wondering about things like that would do her no good. She needed to stay in the present and be optimistic.

The Ostrega took a breath, then tilted back her head and SANG A SONG OF REQUESTING LEADERSHIP.