Cricket Creek Bog If you could fly then you’d feel south

"So you're an alpha" she repeats somewhat "that settled in an unknown region, huh?" Maybe there was a reason for it, but unlike the man she wasn't prodding him. "I met one of your Saints already" Wren admitted easily enough, lifting a brow "I helped take down a boar with her. Didn't catch her name. But she told me where not to step, if you're concerned I'll be trespassing on your land."

He didn't seem to be, but she kept her polite mask anyway. Her lithe shoulders roll at his questions. "I'm sticking close to Kingslend for now" Name dropping the pack was harmless. The Saints had to be aware of them close by. "maybe I'll find myself hunting with your people again." she added loftily, a gentle snort coming from her liver coated nose. She didn't have to worry about them starving during winter, that's for sure.

"What about you?" Wren directed at him "taking a break from leaderly duties?"