Hideaway Strath All these flavors and you choose to be salty.

the she-wolf whose fur was painted black and auburn took on a dominant stance, causing Vero to wonder if she had unknowingly stumbled upon something she shouldn't, or if the scent of packlands had somehow slipped her mind. 

the second female, the daintier one, followed the orders given and spoke her name. the pitch-furred wolfess darted her gaze from one of the other women to another before doing as she had been asked. 

I am Verochka... she was tense, scenarios of all sorts playing through her mind as to how this entire encounter would end.