Hideaway Strath Before the cold comes

Maiken wished it had been that easy. Most of her pack had tolerated her just enought. Sure they knew her healing skills were invaluable, but she was the smallest wolf in the entirety of her home pack. And her father had made sure to poison anyone he could to her existence, because he had wanted her dead when she took her first breath. She wasn't certain why he had hated her even after they realized she would live, but he did. Perhaps it was not that he hated her, but that he hated he didn't get his way.

I can do that. Have done that. I am tiny, but mighty. She joked. Though she was only half joking. Maiken was not to be messed with. She fought with everything when she had too, she simply preferred not too.

Maiken realized how she had sounded, but she hadn't meant that. She meant furture too.

I already have some drying.

She liked to use skins, she also liked to dress them for patients. I would like to ask do we do pack hunts? I would like some deer skins for on the floor for those who are injured or sick.