Boartusk Heights on the brighter side of grey

She contemplated, having turned away and had every intention to leave the food as it was. Though her mouth watered a bit from the blood, she only paused when the woman offered some food. Looking back at her, she'd give a nod. It would be rude to actually reject again, anyway. "I haven't heard much" Wren explained "but if you aren't Kingslend, you're Saint." She knew that Kingslend had territory here, and had whispers of another pack in the area called the Saints.

Moving away from the dark coated woman, she'd descend the mountain quickly. A final word of 'thanks' was given before she approached the boar, grateful for the information provided. A leg was taken, albeit a small one in her eyes. But she did hunt fish mostly - fish were smaller. Wren took no more than that, a final wave of her tail the only thing happening since her mouth was full. She wanted to say 'sorry' for the trespass. She wanted to say more, but in the end it was easier to leave.

She didn't know how friendly the other Saints were. She didn't care to find out.

exit!