Midnight Tango

"I only wish to use swamp food as a last result in winter." She murmured, recalling the sickening taste prey from bogs and marshes left on her tongue from her previous experiences. At least this marsh was not hot and sticky, at least not in winter. "Besides patrolling the borders, hunting, and recruiting anyone wanting to join, not much else for now." She had plans for the pack later, but they were too small and with rapid fluctuations in their numbers for her to put into motion what she had in mind for them.