Blacktail Deer Plateau We're in the homestretch of the hard times

Hmm.  She had a hard time taking the measure of timid wolves like Harps, ones who kept their nature's close.  Brash wolves she liked because the spoke their truths openly - right or wrong, they were.  Others you needed to read between and this Rosalyn was not great at.  Her wife seemed to have an affinity, however, and she'd seen something in her.

Rosalyn dispelled those thoughts with a smile and took off running, not too fast yet, towards the southern edge of the plateau.  This run had to reasons - she wanted to scout the herds again, and she wanted to stretch her legs.  As they went she'd lengthen, but she'd keep a periphery in her good eye on Harps to see if she slowed.