Redsand Canyon Stomping Grounds young and Old

Whrist was torn, a secret was hers and hers alone, something tangible she held tight. But a favour was an intangible part of her she was giving away, if this wolf even ever found her to collect.

She thought on it, if not anything else she was curious, finally she drew in a deep breath then nodded resolutely “I will not kill any of those I consider family for you. If you accept that then consider it a deal” Whrist sat down and tucked the fledgling close to her body with her front paw, offering it warmth.  Her eyes never leaving the woman before her especially now that she placed herself in a more vulnerable position having sat down it would take a few more seconds to stand and get into a position to protect herself should the other attack without cause.