Deepwood Weald Little weasels with tails of white

[size=medium]She grinned, she liked the sound of adventure even when it was not hers. It may have been considered too late in the season to really consider travelling but she had been on her own in the dead of winter and found it amenable to her. A smile quirked into the corners of her maw as she commented. “Well grand adventures I am familiar with, perhaps I’ll see you by the sea in the late summer.” It was a good time, the cold and sometimes unpredictable weather of fall would not make the journey too difficult but their pups if they had any would be old enough for the journey or to stay in the care of others. While some might have worried about being the odd one out in a pair she thought there was no harm in at least meeting them if their paths crossed as long as they did not over mind the intrusion, after all she shared the company of Atka and Dreven both. [/size]

[size=medium]She caught the look of longing in his gaze and at the conversation might have guessed the meaning. Nudging the coats of the ermines towards him she tilted her head “Not much longer I take it?” It had seemed his list was nearly complete, although perhaps there was more simply that she could not know or help with. Certainly every pack needed its secrets. And she knew from earlier conversations that while there was a certain logic to it all it was not one she was always familiar with. [/size]