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At Minori's call, the healer's head popped up suddenly from a deep hole in the ground. She'd found a large hole created by some mysterious means and had worked tirelessly on widening it, digging it deeper so as to make a cache that could hold large game. The pack had had a few successful hunts and they needed more room for the stored carcasses lest they spoil and go to waste. 

Clambering from the hole might have presented a challenge once but the fae's legs had grown strong in order to make up for the one she could not use. With a heft of her upper body, she lifted herself from the pit and loped towards the heart of their territory. 

She approached the Masuyo, imaging that she looked quite the mess as she was practically covered in dirt, eyes alight with curiosity. Her eyes fell on the small herd, surprised to see them grazing on the plateau when it smelled so strongly of the pack. Perhaps they were in desperate need of water and had been unable to wait and make the trip to Whitefish River. Either way, it spelled fortune for the wolves of Blacktail and Liri turned to the dark she wolf excitedly.

"Excellent, I've been working on a cache big enough for deer," the leader murmured softly, so as to not startle the deer, in the tone of a co-conspirator.