Emberwood seeking empty whispers

Seeing that the boy was fed now, and that he kept water down so far withot issue, Stryx deemed her work complete. While the two wolves were talking she rose to her paws—intent to move off from them and head elsewhere before she got snared in to their conversation.

Miss Mystery— Kukulkan had dubbed her; that was good enough for her. No need to explain herself. It helped that the brown wolf was so much more social. He ploughed on ahead with the conversation and that allowed Stryx to extricate herself for the most part.

Evien mentioned a pack in a valley, which made her pause to listen. She had not met with any pack wolves worth the breath in their lungs. Still, it was good to know what was out there. Offhandedly she piped up to say: There's a group in the Vale too. Smelled like mostly women when I passed by. A trip like that would be dangerous for Kukulkan, but at least the option was there.

Without offering anything else, least of all a farewell, Stryx turned and began to stride away at a swift pace. No trajectory in mind, except it was clear she was done with the two of them.