Whitefish River pair of dice

Redhawk raised a flag of concern. Hadn't her mother mentioned them? That Mou had been one once before, but now wasn't. Exiled.

Although the conversation plowed on in an easy way. Not necessary to bring up such dramas. Not now, at least.

Oh. . . no, I didn't. What happened to them? Do you know? Foolishly she wondered if the land was maybe cursed now. Maybe it had always been so.

Unintentionally, she mimicked the step taken. Always easier to be closer than further.

Granted here was the tricky part. She was proud of the family she had and the little home she had discovered. Except concern still lingered on the Redhawk front. Perhaps she could be vague, without outright lying to Meerkat.

I don't have a pack, at the moment. Sort of. . . searching for a lost friend these days. It was the truth. Most of her waking moments were spent venturing the nearby territories than at the plateau.