Election Season

It had taken Rags some time to make her way back to Lirim territory. The volcano season had been so difficult... the ensuing earthquakes and landslides had her sometimes thinking that death might be preferable to existing in this strange new world that was hell bent on turning against her. In her time of utmost need, she'd met a new friend: Mor. Mor had helped her out of a particularly sticky bind when a heavy branch had fallen on her tail. At first she hadn't felt it due to the nerve damage, but when she'd tried to move, Rags found herself stuck in place. The mottled female had given herself up to fate when a large bear had trundled along and said in a sweet voice, "Aw, honey. Let me help you out."

Mor had a motherly demeanor that Rags found comforting. It was the perfect balm to soothe her during these hard times. They had become fast friends. With Mor's help they had journeyed together to return to Lirim territory. Rags arrived at the meeting leaning on her newfound friend's side. Mor, a bemused look on her face, inspected the wolves that had gathered so far. She was a chummy bear - but still a bear. "Hi everyone," Rags said, offering Torin a smile. "Sorry it took so long. This is Mor, she helped me out of a tough spot." The mama bear gave everyone a warm smile. "Look at all of you! So glad to be here with my girl." Rags rolled her eyes and settled down next to her friend-slash-caretaker. Mor chided her lightly before settling down next to her.