Whitefish River Lay your eyes, look up upon me for the better

Mercifully, Evergreen had decided now was an appropriate time to conclude the meeting. With two sick wolves in their midst and the stench of vomit stinking up the air, everyone would be hard pressed to stay focused. Besides, the health of their pack mates came first. Offering them escort to a den was a wise choice, and the white female with sparkling blue eyes seemed prepared to treat them.

 But, something had to be done about the mess. Instead of leaving, Chai dutifully began to dig earnestly in a patch of untainted soil. Burying the contents several feet below the surface seemed like the most logical solution, where it would absorb back into the earth rather than stink up the air. Hopefully, she searched the crowd of the remaining faces that remained for a willing helper.