Sinking Into Sweet Uncertainty

Drífa was pleased to be accepted and she felt an immediate sense of relief at having a place to call home. She'd be able to get her den and stores set up and just in time before winter arrived. She could introduce herself to her packmates at her own leisure and with a little luck she'd begin to see more Northern faces and perhaps some old friends. "Thank you, Ignatius, I'd like that. Is there a particular place you'd like us to den and have you already had someone take stock of the herbs that grow in the area? I was denning here earlier, I've made note of a few staples we can use and I'd certainly love to know who all is here so far." With a little luck their numbers would continue to grow as more Northern wolves found their way to Fyri.

She trotted along after Ignatius, moving her legs swiftly to keep up with his longer stride. She'd be curious to know what his vision was for the gorge. She'd explored some of it but certainly far from all of the territory. She had a feeling she'd need to relocate her den. The original place was a bit more on the outskirts that she imagined the new location would be.