Again, the male spoke the truth, but there was no need to reiterate. A simply tip of her muzzle would do to acknowledge his wisdom, whilst the swift flick of her tail conveyed her kind regard and anticipation. She would do well to find a trail before night fell completely in the hopes of beginning the hunt at the first of the morning light. Even fodder slept though the will of a wolf could keep one awake for much longer.
An ear twisted slightly as he neared her by a step. Eyes of umber and gold turned better to greet him joined by the curious tilt of her muzzle.
"I have no comrades," she uttered blatantly. "However if there are those of the plateau you would have take part, you are welcome to summon then when the moment is right." Her tail twisted sharply. "Those please be mindful of whom you bring." She had not desire to endure the tempers of proud wolves. Entitled beings that knew little of starvation or the struggle. She strove only to feed those that new of desperation, for it was through them, however weak their physical forms, that they would find success and all would eat.
Her head dipped slightly as she placed a paw forward as she made to turn, her muzzle wriggling with anticipation as it sought to begin its scour of the earth. The sooner she marked the trail, the better. |