It Started With A Whisper

Autumn lay around the bend and already the leaves were beginning to turn though the air this far west had yet to bear the whispered hints of frost like that of the eastern mountains. The remnants of summer would be spent storing enough to get Ivory Ridge through the winter but none-the-less the new Queen was interested in beginning trade discussions. Fenrir's Maw was home to many rare herbs and odd stones as well as mountain goat and big horn sheep, animals that were unlikely to be found in the plains this western pack seemed to inhabit. She gazed out over the stalks of wheat and thick grasses as she neared the border. She bet they had good prey lands here and was curious what variety of animals were available.

Tipping back her head Karabela was about to howl when she caught the scent of a pack wolf near the border. Maybe she'd do a bit of verbal reconnaissance first. Following the scent she came upon a woman resting beneath a tree just outside the border. "Good afternoon! Are you a member of the pack that dwells within these plains?" She could tell by the scent it was likely the case but felt she would err on the side of caution as well as engaging in typical conversation.

"Speech"