Moving On Up

Lúta fussed a bit with the arrangement of the hides until she was satisfied with it. As she turned toward the door one of her pack mates entered with one of her baskets. She smiled warmly. "Ah, yes, thank you. I appreciate the help." Lúta was struck by how familiar the other woman seemed and she couldn't help but feel that they'd met before. Maybe they had and in her earlier illness she'd just misplaced the face. Something about the other woman was distinctly reminiscent of Resin though and it made her heart ache a bit at the thought. "I'm Lúta. I don't believe we've officially met?"