Emberwood the distant sounds of a rabbit in distress

There was a saying Lonesome knew.

Speak of the devil, and she doth appear. Well, it was true for anxious little ‘yotewolf healers too. 

She appeared from the south, hauling a rabbit skin wrapped around a bundle of various herbs she’d…bargained for (read: stole with absolutely no remorse, because she had needed them and the mega packs she had struck had stores and pelts for days). The slender legs churned against the earth as LD followed scents familiar and not into the territory of the Gang.

At least she hoped she was right. Wouldn’t do to end up on someone else’s borders. Just the slightly insane bastards she’d ended up with.

She dropped the rabbit pelt at her feet, before sending up a yapyaPYODEL, something almost coyote in sound but with wolfish tones.