An old hag, cackling at the world

Theory had been running about herding puppies for what felt like months but, in reality, had only been the entire day. They really took a lot out of a wolf! It had her seriously reconsidering whether she ever wanted children of her own. What a handful... all that, and they still might grow up and decide to hate you or kill their siblings. Her thoughts drifted bitterly to Noir while she hunted for Shaye to report back on how the puppies were doing.

Well screw you! Theory ducked to dodge a piece of fruit. It hit the tree behind her with a wet thud. She peered around and found Shaye basking in the starlight. "Uh, Shaye...?" she ventured, edging out from the forest and closer to where her co-alpha was busy having a late-in-life crisis. "Is everything alright?" The fermented fruit smelled strange and foreign to her. Had she been poisoned? Ugh, great. Another instance where more herb knowledge might have helped. "W-were you poisoned?" Theo asked nervously, stepping closer.