Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

Knowledge given of a pack forming within the vicinity of these lands—and, a final offer, where his family has settled. As if an afterthought—hesitant, it seemed, and if decorum of her teachings had given her anything, it was that it was only his desire to remain polite that he had placed the final invitation there.

Bruised only that the man would not wish to bask in her beauty for much longer—she instead rolled to her paws, nimble, a light stretch as she tried to shake the final burrs from her fine pelt. “I’ll give you a trade, then,” she purred, the indication of her more illicit thoughts hinted at while her spine arching in one more stretch—the cant of her muzzle before she allowed a tinkling laugh from her lips before slipping away from him, allowing him to ruminate on his grouse while she set to her own work—beginning to gather her own bartering tool from the clearing.