Salutations and Well Wishes

Some of the young woman’s anxiety eased as Shaye spoke of the cause of Sparrow’s death, and she nodded, giving the woman time to gather herself. “A brave sacrifice.”

A small smile twitched onto her features as Aelloshir flopped to sprawl, hind legs out to the side in a lazy show of nonaggression to soothe the older alphess’ wariness. Her eyes returned to Shaye as the woman went on to agree with the lack of such plants in the east as Aloe,, compared to the western end of the continent.

“I imagine that only barely touches the subject on what herbs grow where—Paladin – my cousin and one of our most experienced healers – could go on for hours on the uses and methods of gathering and preparing. And he has. It’s quite interesting to listen to.”

She winced briefly as Ayodele’s hands pulled a single hair of her mane in the lemur’s quest for another lock of mane before she grinned at the Abaven leader. “I’m more than happy to host the gladiatorial events, but it might work even better if the packs involved rotated the hosts each year in various neutral locations…”

For a moment, a pensive expression overtook the smile on her features and she mused aloud, “Perhaps there could be a title the overall winner could win, along with another prize—the title to be defended the following year. I’d eventually be happy to include loners in the events—it might give them a chance to scout packs they may wish to join. Same with festivals and trading fairs…”

Her eyes flicked to Shaye and a brief chuckle escaped as she broke off her tangent and added, “Sorry… I’ve let my musing run on a bit.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think