Honeyed Pasture if teardrops could be bottled,

Well if Dalia said so! Saucy would try her best to catch on, but she didn’t and likely wouldn’t have that bedside manner that she needed to be a great healer. She could at least learn the basics though. Starting a garden would be fun though, and Saucy couldn’t possibly suck that bad at that. We can plant coconut trees, and throw the coconuts at Velen, she suggested with a grin, always finding time to take a jab at a friend. 

Saucy gave Dalia an approving nod when she said that Velen’s jokes weren’t as good. Of course they were pretty much around the same level of goodness, but Saucy took a lot of pride in her ability to be crude. Plus brogurt? What was funnier than that. Thank you, she said with a giggle.

In their moment of sincerity, Dalia repeated Saucy’s sentiments, and Saucy felt truly grateful to have this little gang. They would be a pack soon, with real established borders, and ranks and so forth. Saucy better be one of the leaders (she decided just then and there), But if she wasn’t well that’d be ok too. Her thoughts drifted to the other wolves in the group, and she was reminded that she hadn’t met all of them yet. Ford or Rannveig, all she knew about them was that one spits acid and the other is hella intense. What’re the other bros like? she asked.