GOD MORGEN! - PACK HUNT!

Packs were dumb. Pack hunts were dumb. Drugs were definitely dumb in a dumb situation. Hani chewed her herbs as she walked, grumbling. Ooooh, what do the gods have in store for today, Hani wondered sarcastically. Gods were dumb. The pale, scrawny woman could use a meal, but she wasn't too keen on hunting with others or being around too many others or being a thrall or anything associated with the pack called Yfir. She stayed because her son was here and one day, one day, he would see that they had lied to him, taken him away and lied to him. She would convince him, she was just biding her time. Coming into the group, Hani regarded Kapra with a loose tug at the corners of her maw as she chewed the bitter herbs. Other than that, she remained neutral, ignoring anyone in her sight.