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

A good friend.

It had been a while since someone had called her that. She had had good friends when she had been a child- but had lost them when she reached maturity. She was beginning again, with a new handful of wolves and on her turf, good friends were not going to be kicked out or put down just because they weren’t blood.

Alright. And- She added, If you ever need thomeone to help you kick hith ath, She said, with a blithe shrug. You can count on me for that too.