Northstar Vale blood in the cut [m]

Her smile was wane—there was little left to do but run herself ragged for now, and she would tell herself that soon, it would become easier. Soon, she would have a decent supply of resources… She would train Tamar, and there would be two of them able to treat those within the pack. Soon, soon, soon…

“Are you the pot or kettle?” She offered, a small chuckle—trying to break the ice and bridge whatever strange gap presented between them now. At his question, she blinked, eyes slipping past him to the direction they would head. She was just grateful for the company—she didn’t expect him to do all the work, though and she gave a gentle shake of her slender muzzle.

Gingerly, she finished wrapping up the leaf, once more going through the list of her trade in her mind—willing herself to not forget something. “I think I’m ready if you are?”