My Cathedral is the Badlands

Panting, Aserlín continued on her way.  She'd had no luck in Threar, the alpha there had not seen hide nor hair of her missing son.  While she supposed the man could be lying she felt in her heart that he was telling the truth and so it was on to another pack.  Aser was aware how fruitless this probably was.  Yet, she had no better idea.  At least if she couldn't find anything out about her son she might discover what had become of her sisters… and maybe find some water.  Honey-gold eyes turned to the late afternoon sky and she sighed.  It was unholy hot out here…. but the land was very pretty, it reminded her a bit of home.

Aser slowed to a stop as she caught pack scent.  Aha!  A barrier.  Tipping back her head she howled for the alpha of this pack, opting to stay standing.  Goodness knew she wasn't in the mood for rump roast tonight.

"Speech"