Neverwinter Forest See, it works in monkeys

Alas the woman would come and quick as ever expected. This time however it was not due to minding the borders, yet just returning to them. Having caught sight of a hare foraging along the outskirts of the territory, she had taken chase and with sucess. It was a small rodent, a teenager which was likely how it was so caught off guard in the open. Blood staining the front of her white throat and chest, the she-wolf made way into the visitor's direction. The voice was one she knew instantly, a dear friend of hers (and really the only one left) outside of her packmates. 

Hello Bronco. It was spoken as she settled down the kill and licked her bloodied mug. I heard the celebration of your founding. With the Glen and Moonspear wolves united together in song, surely everyone within the region had heard the call. How are you taking to the change, from mountain to lowlands? She inquired, having been about one moon since their last time spent together. She would like to see them more often, she knew and even though they were close by, they were in different packs and very busy wolves with their own responsibilities. She was understanding of this too, not needing someone up her ass twenty-four-seven to keep her happy.