Broken Antler Fen berrybrambles

She was surprised, but not shocked, to hear Teya calling for her. She'd assumed that eventually they would talk again, but she'd been unwilling to rush it. Bridget wasn't the type to hold a grudge for long and, from where she stood, there were no problems between the two of them outside of her own silent questions. Any tension that was there, Teya would need to either voice or resolve herself.

Hey. She turned from where she'd been tucking a few more snippings of plants away. Her style was a little organized chaos, but she didn't have much trouble finding what she was looking for or separating things out. She'd found a drier place to keep things, for now, though she thought maybe her stores might do better even closer to the western border. She was trying to decide the trade-off between them being further from the main pack's denning places.

Oh, wow. You've been busy. She grinned at the leg which seemed, from this angle, almost as big as the wolf who had been carrying it. Shit, they'd had a hunt and she missed it? It had been so long since she'd had a part in taking down anything sizeable, but the flicker of regret died pretty quickly. She'd catch the next one or plan something before the weather got too bad. I hope part of that's for me, I'm starving.