Firefly Glen Dancing with fairy lights

Amalia herself didn't know where the tongue of this pack came from. And she hadn't asked. It was not something she was interested in really. She was not a historian of any sorts. A scout a hunter, a trader. But nothing that would force her to hold the history of a pack in the small of her mind. That was too much.

She laughed. Okay. I will try and muster up some gifts for you as well.

She wasn't sure what she would have for him. She hunted alone most of the time. And she was not a large wolf like he.

Amalia didn't know of the ways between Moonglow and Brecheliant. But she did know it was not the easiest alliance between the two. But the matriarchs tried to make it work as best they could.