Hoshor Plains parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

When it suits me, Merel said. It can be easier to hunt together. Unless, of course, you’re stuck with fools who don’t know a pheasant from a rabbit.

Or a woman from a rock, Merel added silently, and something cold shone in her eyes for a moment.

She softened her words with a smile. Though, any pack has to have at least a few wolves with their heads on the right way.