Lone Star Mountain Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it

The water trickled through the stream, allowing for a calming and soothing background noise, there was no food or even any prey near by, there was nothing to fight over with other wolves, this little meeting might not end so bad, still...

The black femme exhaled sharply through her nares, her watchful white blue gaze not missing a single movement of the other two as she continued to assess them. Her posture did not change but her eyes flicked down to the bundle the wolf whom looked so much like her snow white siblings had set upon the ground, it was not food but plants..

She assessed the plants then her gaze flicked to the wolf as it drank, no grabbed at water, it did not swallow, water just flowed from the mouth along the jaws and back into the stream, strange...
was this wolf ok? was it sick? could it not drink and thought plants were food? no it was carrying plants not eating them, were the plants poisonous that's way the water was not swallowed. hum....

She knew about some poisons, Her gaze flicked back to the plants as the wolf sorted through them and offered a plant to the first wolf. None of those plants seemed like the ones she had… well none of those plants seemed like the poisonous type. Why would this white wolf want them? She suddenly felt distrust growing in her core as she looked at the wolves before her, she didn’t trust the white ones.

With one more quick inhale and exhale she stepped carefully over to them closing the distance more so to get a closer look at the plant the white one offered the other female. There were more efficient ways to kill. She scented the plant then look at the white femme, the wolf was female now that she was close enough to scent them thoroughly she knew they were both female as she was. Her gaze was distrustful as she looked at the white one, then the flower then the first femme “Why?” she asked with a boldly inquisitive tone