I gots you some cookies

Her call brought Bass in very short order, which was fortunate as she wanted to spend as little time as possible standing about in the muck. "Bass, your lands are disgusting," she returned his greeting with a blunt complaint. She picked up one booted paw to frown at the sticky mud that kept trying to suck it back down. "How do you stand this? Feh. No matter." She turned her attention to the white alpha, who seemed more mud than wolf to her. "I have been well enough. I birthed a litter of five at the start of spring. All healthy and well-guarded," she added pointedly. Though she knew Bass to be a generally good-hearted wolf and they were not enemies, one could never fully predict another wolf and it would not do for news to get out that Yfir had vulnerable young pups because she was foolish enough to assume anything. "My young cousin has also fathered a pair who are now of an age to apprentice. They both show great promise. This year has seen a great growth in strength for Yfir," she finished with satisfaction. "How does Abaven fare? You seem to have had trouble with your river - I trust you are all well?"