Panther Park Then surely I'll do the same,

Ah, there, information Finley could chew on. So the stranger too was lost, in spirit if not in name—and more intriguingly, she had issues with her previous pack. More strife from the mountains; was the northern alliance less steadfast than it seemed? What chaos lurked within the ranks of their neighbors? The stranger didn’t look terribly hurt; if her “issues” had ended with bloodshed, little showed to Finley. Duly she noted the mention of a potential pack; it interested her less than it might have a month ago, especially if such ambitions were quelled by mere rainfall, but this could be a wolf worth watching.

Hm. Watching. That sounded familiar.

Shoving the thought aside, Finley offered a noncommittal shrug. “I’m not much for omens but it’s certainly unusual.” Warily confident that attack wasn’t on the horizon, she gestured into the trees; an offer to move, continuing a mutual search for shelter if the other wished (though Finley would stay put without initiating; she would not turning her back to a stranger). “You think it’ll keep the packs at bay?”