Whitefish River To the Rivers

She was not one of the wolves who patrolled the borders, her areas of skill being in neither fighting nor intimidating an enemy. But She had made a point to visit the borders at least once a day since being promoted, just in case there was something she could do to help. It seemed they had always attracted wolves in need, so it was really something she should have been doing before now. 

As she neared the edge of the river, an unfamiliar howl made her freeze. It didn't sound hostile or distressed—whoever they were, sounded curious and had made a point to respectfully stop outside their borders and call for someone. So the healer began to walk again, adjusting her direction so that she could meet this stranger and see what they needed. 

As Speedy approached the other woman, she first noted her much larger size; if her intentions were to fight or try to overpower the healer, she would certainly have no trouble. The Chamberlain's expression remained friendly, though, even as she considered calling for Hieronymous or Ira to back her up. But the unknown wolf's posture wasn't aggressive—she only seemed curious, and the breeze brought forward her scent, which the healer immediately compared to the soft fragrance of lilacs. 

She gave a small nod in greeting, offering the stranger a warm smile, despite the uncertainty of the situation. Hello, she said first. Do you need help? she asked, needing to check and make sure no one required assistance before asking any other questions.