Whitefish River Merlot

The information eased Aliana’s mind a bit; a small band, nothing to worry about and they seem nice enough. But still, something to keep an occasional eye on, just in case. And when it came to the name of Kaistleoki she was not one to judge the name of a Pack.

She glanced at Orlaith before tacking on something of her own, ❝  As we all know, Winter isn’t exactly a ... ' kind ' mistress. She's nipping at our heels as we speak; won't be long before everything covered in a fresh sheet of snow and prey becomes few and far in between.  ❞ 

It'd be sad to know that Wraen and her group are going to be out there—possibly struggling—in the upcoming Wintery cold. But she doesn't doubt their fortitude as she too had once spent a Winter out there, alone and without a pack, but still survived.