Hoshor Plains inscribe all names that god has left

Someone came to the border a little while ago, Nieve was saying just behind her mother's shoulder as they made their way along the river where a pack had briefly settled. Named Bhe. She came on behalf of some pack with a really weird name, said she wanted to visit the neighbours. She never said where the pack was. I wonder if this is them. The scents on the wind were telling the tale of a congregation of wolves, but Nieve couldn't recognize Bhediya's scent among them.

Then again, it wasn't like she'd made herself that comfortable with Bhediya. She'd asked a lot of questions but not gathered much information from the woman herself, which in hindsight, was poor planning on her part. Oh well.

In what felt like no time at all, a grey she-wolf arrived to attend them. Nieve took a step back, inviting her mother to do the talking while she studied the border guard. A tall and slim woman with shorter fur to accentuate the fact, and yet there was a quality to her facial structure that Nieve thought was rather masculine. It made for an odd contrast.