Broken Antler Fen 〔❁〕Nikkō

Towhee hadn't been all that responsive during her visit, so Bridget had decided to give the woman and her pack some space. Good deed done, but nothin more for it. Obviously she needed rest; Bridget hadn't seen many snake bites, but it was unnerving that something so small could knock a wolf sideways like that. She'd be givin the things a wider berth after this, that was for sure.

She'd gone for a morning soak and was just now coming back, damp, to begin hunting down an early lunch. She nearly walked past Izumi before doing a complete double take at the familiar pattern of her coat.

No frickin way. Izumi? When did you show up here!? Bridget grinned at the other wolf. I thought you were up north? That pack had sucked, far as Bridget could recall, or at least left a bad taste in her mouth. But Izumi she had liked in the short time she'd known her, and she was thrilled to see her again.