Duck Lake And the blisters on my lips

Now Rala spoke of a pack, and Calfuray found that her heart sank - yet she did not understand why. Wolves came and went, joined packs and then left - there was no reason to be upset over an acquaintance.

A pack, huh? She raised a brow, eyes settling between her own paws. Hope they treat you well.

She was not sure what else there was to say to such news. They wouldn't have much of a chance of bumping into each other soon enough, the scarred woman assumed.

Standing now, she nudges Rala's shoulder with her own. I should get going. Food is elsewhere, and that is what Cal knows to follow. Maybe she'll take the time to visit sooner or later.

Taking off at a trot, she does what she can to hide the limp in her step.