Hushed Willows He's got a string attached to every bone

Cue Bridget.  She was getting a feel for the place by now, despite her semi-irregular presence.  She was the type of wolf who had a lot to give, and staying in one spot? Wasted potential.  Energy needed an outlet, and that outlet sometimes meant running scouting missions out into the greater wilds.  

Unfortunately, her last one had been a bust.  Boring old forest, not another soul around, and nothing interesting to hunt.  At least the shade had cut the heat, but the muggy forest-trapped air tended to cut that benefit short.  

On her way back, she'd stopped for a swim, and it was now a slightly-damp Bridget that wandered across Lumiya's path.  Honestly, she was a bit on the out-and-out with pack affairs... but even she could read that expression.  Y'know, I've never tried to read a duck's mind, but I imagine it's pretty boring stuff.  She said, with a huff of laughter.