Morningside Cuesta sons & daughters

her muzzle dips in a soft affirmative, though the specifics of that she'll need to confirm fairly soon. with her brood finally approaching the four-month mark, she finds herself once again with room to breath, to move, without worry for them consuming her every thought. 

"we are on friendly terms with them, and a pack to the south of here - Easthollow." his exclamation is met with a smile, his easy amiability contagious. her tail wags behind her once more, though her ears sweep forward, intrigue carved onto her expression when he mentions Morningside. it's too close, too simple an explanation for her mind not to fill in the gaps. she hopes, truly, that she's wrong. "the leader of these wolves wouldn't be Sunny, would they?" 

"from what I know, legion is a good group. all the packs that I know of north of the sunspire range would make good homes," she offers. obviously, she's yet to learn about ursus; the taiga is rich in prey and space, yet rather isolated.