Blackfoot Forest Moving along

She bore her small frame with pride, walking purposely along the border, renewing the scent with her own wherever it was faint, or where the scent of the brute king still resided. The woods had fallen into peace once more; for this the girl was pleased. Their ranks had fallen, true, most notably the disappearances of the members supportive of Kierkegaard. But another scent had faded, that one being Samuel's. Liri's mate.

Minna knew that she would have to seek council with her friend on this issue, for surely Liri must be distraught with the loss of Samuel. But perhaps they had spoken? Maybe things had ended badly between the two, but it was Minna's job as her friend to support her.

She came across the male soon enough, the thin, scrawny loner with his tail tucked close to him. Her eyes travelled over his travel-worn frame with confidence, her rank and position within a pack allowed it. He seemed nervous, obviously, so she spoke in a softer voice than she would typically use on one so near their border. "What seek you here?"