Bitterroot Valley you caught me staring off the cliff again

Geez. This lady sure was testy. Just curious, was all, Sienna said, unfazed. Wolves randomly dashing out of nowhere covered in blood was, incredibly, not a huge surprise to the yearling. If anything, that seemed like the norm. A dreary, bothersome norm. Still, growing up in a pack where someone came limping back nearly every week had taught her a few things.

I don’t see your pack either, she added after a pause. I figured you’d want those wounds cleaned and looked after. But if you want your leg to rot off, I’ll just be on my merry way then.