Qeya River vulture flocking

The black furred she wolf had taken care of her, and now Sadey simply rested. Though she was stirred from her minor daydreams and not quite sleep, by the leader of this rag tag gang of wolves here.

Sadey lifted her head and studied her and gave a brief nod. She licked over the seam of her muzzle, tasting the bitter begamot and aloe. 

She did. I know enough to get by, but I'm not familiar to the area. I thank ya again fir takin' me in like you did. That was sure swell of you.

Sadey shifted and moved to more listen, ears perked forward. Colt will find the black beast done this. I spoke to miss. Amalia. Seems she thought the wolf might be a male named Void, though she can't be certain. Sounds like him she says. Yer man chased him off from botherin' Miz. Amalia one time.