Hoshor Plains the drinks bring back all the memories Of everything we've been through

Her time in the plains seemed to drag on, and with it the looming boredom that accompanied her bed rest. Despite her paws itching for action, Ira would listen to Speedy, resting her leg aside from when her thirst needed to be quenched. As Speedy said, her recovery was slow, but at least now the pain was minimal. Sometimes she tested her luck, taking small walks to stretch her sore and sleeping limbs. Today just so happened to have a purpose to her walk.

The close howl was a surprise to the Constable. Few seemed to linger near their faint borders, perhaps due to the state every pack had been left in from the quakes. Everyone was too busy caring for themselves to be a pain for Kaistleoki which in its own was somewhat of a blessing with their small numbers. Ira was slow in her approach, trying her best to hide the limp should this male have bad intentions...his call was a glimmer of hope that he did not wish for trouble. Raising her tail, the mountain wolf paused a short distance from the border and addressed the stranger. You are the one who summoned the presence of this pack?