Duskfire Glacier if we are always the same

"That's an excellent idea. When the weather warms, together we will summon the pack to gauge interest. I will pass it by Wintersbane also, of course." While it was beneficial to have practiced medics and healers in any pack, it would do little good if even they did not know how to defend themselves. The coming months would bring new life to the Glacier. Lives that needed to be defended at any cost. 

A flash of tawny fur draped over a scrawny figure appeared in the distance, just over the gentle slope of a hill. Their target. "I won't lie to you Iana. My past is a checkered one. It did give me much of my experience." She said softly, but matter of factly. A gentle warning to the reveal of the slightly darker side Tzila unleashed when dealing with thieves. With scum. Her dark ears flattened, expression hardening with her sights set coldly on the coyote. In a flash of black and crimson, she was barreling of after it, threatening bark-growls erupting from her jaws.