Swiftcurrent Creek And never ask us why

Arlette instantly smiled at the other. Please, it is the least I can do, she assured her with a smile. Arlette guided her a little deeper into the territory. She remembered a cache that wasn't too far but far enough from the border to be protected. She made her stop, it was close to a small stream if she wanted a drink. Arlette started to pull the branches and other leaves off the deer they killed.

How do you know for certain that they were taken? she asked curiously. Maybe there had been signs, but she wondered how a wolf was taken. Oh really? No way. I didn't know the mountains were that rough lately. Arlette remembered a time where the Saints also holed up in the mountains for protection against enemies.

Why would you need to ask Akavir?, she sounded generally curious. It wasn't that he was the boss of the valley, at least that she knew off. But perhaps it was the proximity? Maybe? She wasn't long into leadership so how did she know, right?

She pointed her muzzle at the partly uncovered stag carcass. Here you go, eat as much as you need.