Whitebark Stream red sun rises

it wasn't enough for her. she hummed, rummaging her nose through the pile before she carefully selected an herb that could offer as a sustainer for the cold winter's and heed protecting against frostbite. she ground it up with her teeth, coating the bundle in saliva before she closed the distance between the two of them. she dropped it at his feet.
saatsine is west, she answered him, sitting down with an exasperated breath. the travel just to the fields and back had winded her. she shifted, finding her underbelly tender.
he has run with us for some time, another good thing— her husband spoke warmly of him, however slim his words had been these past weeks. it didn't wane on her as much as she imagined it to, finding the comfort of other saatsine wolves to be up to par— even veksar, the young pup who'd she'd only met a handful of times from blackmarch's reach.
must be good hunter to stay with the saatsine. she looked up to him this time, tearing her eyes way from the rippling waters. it was an invitation, blanketed by her own challenge to see it through that he could hunt.