Honor Medals

The girl was exhausted. Not so much thirsty, now, for she had gone through southern territory and a bit of eastern territory, but tired? Most definitely. Regardless, the mission came first - and that mission dictated that she report to Bass as quickly as possible. As quickly as possible to her was the moment her paws crossed the border; her head tipped up briefly to call for Bass. It was no polite call, nor a request; it was most definitely a demand and the girl couldn't raise up the emotions to care. The girl would step several feet from the border; even though it was night almost dawn, she knew the alpha would come for her information. She had brought what he needed and more; she'd willingly diverge it before passing out in her den... or maybe just where she was.


"Speech"