Hoshor Plains New leaf

Just as the painted man expected, the Constable was near the river, although unlike most times he visited she seemed to be up on her feet. She stretched her leg, seemingly testing its abilities as she glanced to the river. She had noticed the return of fish below the surface of light ice that had been forming over the edges of the bank, something that gave her hope.

Things were starting to fall into place once more. She had spoken with Evergreen and once a meeting was held, perhaps she could really whip the pack into shape. She doubted there would be any pups this season, but that was honestly for the best. They had a lot of rebuilding to do and they would need every member to pitch in. Speaking of... the roan woman noticed the approach of her almost daily visitor, something she sometimes loathed but...today someone else was at his side. A wolf that rivaled both of their heights. Seems more and more large wolves are appearing in the area...

Ira turned, her head held high with an aura of authority as they approached. Hieronymous. Why is a stranger this deep in our territory? Her hard gaze turned to the male in question before flicking back to the newcomer, eyes scanning the man's stature.