Hideaway Strath What is a good Measure of fate?

Whrist lifted her head and stared off to the east as if she could see though the wilds to the pack Nyra mentioned she thought about it but she had not met a single Ursus member, though she knew roughly where that pack was. She nodded affirmatively.

“I can’t find what I’m looking for I think it’ll be closer to summer before I can lace some presents for them” Whrist grinned

She looked Nyra up and down and licked her lips, nervously perhaps, “I learned long ago a straight fight is not always the best course of action. Best to soften a target up”
She hoped Nyra didn’t catch that, she should have said enemy, but target was an ok term to right?

Best to distract… hum.. she was feeling better like she could think better ever since her liaison with Kynareth and her scent had settled to more a manageable level, though no signs of pregnancy showed yet, not that she understood what that truly was either.

“What happened to the alliance? Though anyone that crossed us deserves their fate” She curled her lip to expose only one canine for a moment.