Redsand Canyon Stomping Grounds young and Old

I was about to have whrist turn tail and run but inspiration bit us a little

added: oopps the last time you posted in your pack was to long ago for even a sharp nosed Whrist to detect I will fixed this

Whrist growled uncertainly, then sighed this whole exchange left a bad taste on her tongue, she did not understand fates or signs, she was the kill first ask questions later kind of wolf. She also did not like owing this wolf one bit, but a deal was a deal and she’d fulfill her end of the ‘bargin’ should the collector ever come to call.

“well thanks, I think” Whrist shifted and moved to pick up her raven fledgling, though just before she did she paused maybe she’d play with this one a little, she smiled “Someone better suited then you? I don’t suppose you could give me a direction to move in, or better yet come with me.” Oh wouldn’t Kynareth Deagon would love this one. She wanted to bring home as many lone wolves as she could during this out trip, she assumed this one must a lonewolf, for lack of other scents.  

Whrist’s tongue gently tapped the top of the stolen fledgings head reminding it to keep still as she turned to face this one again, peering into the gray orbs that never seemed to focus on anything in particular.