Whitebark Stream So take this feeling, make it grow.

"bhediya?" she asks, brow furrowing a moment. she'd not given it too much thought, really. she'd invited the woman to lead alongside, since she knew her own group better than the huntress, and with such a large group, they certainly needed two leaders. reassuring brush of her muzzle against his shoulder when he revealed they hadn't gotten along all that well. "I'm not sure - she's seemed off. her mate turned against her, before she came here, and with the pregnancy—I think she's going through a lot." 

her expressions grows somber a moment, before glancing to him with a grin. "In any case, her loss. she doesn't know what he's missing, giving up a chance to be in the artyom fan club." perhaps she ought to talk to the woman - but kind-of-step-mother seemed to want her own space. 

"we could make a trip out of it—take a few days. bhediya's capable of leading, and Daylily's shown promise in being able to bring the pack together." she was young, but certainly active within the pack.