Wapun Meadow Don't you dare forget the sun

Her brow raised. That tho? She intoned. He was funnier than she’d expected. There’th a river jutht that way, She said, pointing with her muzzle. Yer deathbed could be a waterbed, imagine that. The wolves of Swiftcurrent Creek wouldn’t likely be pleased to find a dead, bloated wolf in their water supply but she found Akavir to be stiffer than a corpse, anyway. 

Regardless, she sniffed the air again, cautiously. He didn’t smell sick; perhaps he just had a very dark sense of humour.  Maybe it was what he led with, so he could get a better impression of who he was talking to.

Thomethin’ thmall for now. Check for deer droppingth tho I can bring the pack out at dawn for a bigger hunt.