Dragoncrest Cliffs As long as there is whiskey in the world

Wildfire licked her lips as she looked up to see Portia striding toward her. She smiled at the other she-wolf, stretching out to bump their muzzles together in greeting as she sat upright. It seemed both mothers had the day (or at least a few hours) off and that they had both fallen back on their trades to pass the time.

"Yeah, for a little bit, anyway." She squinted absently downward at the pile of bones next to the delicate bundle of marigolds Portia had just dropped by her feet. When she looked up, a total non sequitur popped out of her mouth. "What do you know about the other pups living here? Anatha and Elohim I think are their names?"