Blacktail Deer Plateau hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks

“Thank you,” she whispered, the appreciation in her voice as she nosed at them. “I will return soon with your half of the bargain, after I return and check in with my pack.” She would then also discuss with her leaders of her meeting—perhaps persuade one of them to gather a soldier from Mereo or two and meet in a neutral place. If an alliance could be made, all the better.

Pack politics, as much as she disliked them, were becoming more and more apparent in her day to day tasks.

“That will be useful for the upcoming season,” she agreed, realizing with a certain lingering dread that soon, the heat would be on many of the she-wolves. She paused, glancing up sharply, then. “I hate to ask for more—but have you happened to see anything to suppress a heat, yet? If you point me in a direction, I can gather it myself…”