Bearclaw Valley Screaming, shouting, throwing your glassware to the floor

*barges in*

Two scents entered the packland- one familiar, feminine and the other masculine and unknown to Ameline. But only one set of tracks announced that Milan had returned home from a visit to Swiftcurrent. Chuffed that the woman had taken her advice and hungry for good news, she followed in the woman’s wake hoping to meander casually past and glean some details of how the visit had gone. 

But where she expected sunshine and smiles she saw only vexation and tears. Her hackles lifted, ears pricked as she ranged toward the woman now with concern, looking for any sign that she had been harmed. 

Nobody liked being found like this, but as the woman’s leader she felt compelled to step in and find out what had caused Milan so much grief.