Whitebark Stream He will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord,

The streams were plentiful of creatures within, it was definitely a suitable place for any wolves to settle. Fresh, drinking water throughout their territory with an abundancy of food was a delicacy, and she wondered how peaceful they've had it. Kingslend was similiar in it tranquility, as dominating a large forest, there wasn't many neighbors to attack them from. The High Elk blessed such a place- and she only wished to find the next one he had graced.

The elken woman was bent over the stream, a calm, but solemn look as she was memorizing the land. Though disrupted, which gave a rise to a short smile as an energetic child came bursting forward with a 'hey lady!' She ignored rash introuction with perfection, and got up to look down at the grayscale wolf.

"What is 'yummy' here?" She questioned, fishing for more info.