Bearclaw Valley Garderer to the rescue!

Ameline perched atop the sentinel stone, from which she could see beyond the narrow mouth of the valley and protect its entrance. She wished they had more wolves to take on sentry duty, but their claim seemed to draw very little attention. At any other point in her life, she might have been grateful for the privacy- presently, she worried they might be too few in numbers to support a litter of children. 

But their neighbours had been friendly- and she began to wonder what opportunities might come from them when she spotted the beta of Swiftcurrent approaching, alongside a beautiful, scarred woman. 

She slipped down off the rock and shook out her pelt so she could amble toward them, her eyes appraising the woman with a look of approval. There was a lovely depth to the hue of her eyes. She looked then to Arric. 

”Welcome to our home,” She said, before turning her gaze to Arlette, giving the woman a smile. ”I’m Ameline- you mutht be the herbalitht, hmm?”