Emberwood cuncti simus

I think there’s a pack living here, Druid murmured, turning her head to regard Witch, wondering what her sister thought about finding a new neighbor.

It wasn’t surprising to note that several of the strong scents here belonged to men. Druid bit back an internal sigh, mulling whether to call for someone. Her mismatched eyes roved upward toward the treetops and the skies beyond them before dropping earthward and seeking her sister’s gaze again.

It wouldn’t hurt to introduce ourselves, Druid posited, though that made her think of Kas. Should we call for someone?