Whitefish River What's Mine is Mine, What's Your's is Mine

Runt nodded silently in agreement as Mara answered her unspoken question about the borders. As she walked, any who would've watched from the side would've seen the limp very obvious in her foot as she tried to keep up with Mara and not be a burden to her or slow her down. "Will we give the nearby hills names?" She asked the alpha-to-be. If so, she had some pretty cool name ideas in mind.