Verdant Basin This Gun's For Hire

Her whelps were growing. Learning. And she had more numbers. A new mate, even. She felt secure enough to wander, if only to the nearby basin. She came recruiting, for if she craved meat or water, the weir was hers to pick from. This was far for anything else.

And she had found a loner. A handsome, scarred man not unlike Vorilye. Vex alerted him with a low woof and a raise of her tail, and she began to approach.