butterfly kisses [sparrow/abaven]

Meeting with the local packs had seemed to be a good idea. Extending olive branches, and making themselves familiar with them. It was a shame the princess had elected to remain here. She would have made a great queen, in the motherland. The muscular shaman meandered along beside the willowy dame, keeping the youngest of the group between them. In between their current den site and the pack lands, they were rather quiet.

Seeing how the woman cared for her daughter was endearing. As the call rang out, the shaman looked around. This was a rather expansive territory, and yet it didn't seem to be swarmed by other wolves. Where were they all hiding? Glancing to the pale woman at her side, she made her ideas known. "There are a startling amount of herbs in this area, perhaps we could initiate a trade between ourselves? I could gather ones from other areas and trade them to this pack, if they would be amenable." Low vocals would murmur, brow quirked. After all, there was no doubt in her mind that they had to be lacking in herbs from southernly locales.

She opted to wait, and see who appeared. If Lirika was interested in such a concept, she would likely voice it. After all, her own scheme was rather similar.