Emberwood How thick is wall?

With her trip to the willows out of the way, the mottled shewolf had turned her attention to hunting. She had no plans to burden the pack with her own considerable appetite, and thus, had been frequenting the creeks and wetlands in the area to stock the caches with fish.

Even with her thick double-coat to protect her, her paws felt like ice cubes as she returned to the territory that day, her belly full and a medium-sized fish held loosely between her jaws. She'd caught the scent of larger prey that day, but wanted to put together a hunting party before going after it.

As she wove through the territory, she found herself suddenly facing an unfamiliar but scowling face. The woman halted in her tracks, ears pressing forward in interest as she observed him. The fish was dropped a moment later, and she offered a decidedly neutral, "Hello."