resupply mission

Mud tried to paint a mental picture of a cart based on Audra's description. It was difficult to imagine something so large three adult wolves could be carried on it. How did it move? It had to be so heavy. And wheels, she knew what wheels were, though found them a bit useless in the swamp, as they sunk into the loamy earth with the slightest bit of pressure. She merely nodded at Audra's description. She didn't need to know more. It did not concern the swamp woman, the ways of these wolves. She could carry all she needed by herself.

Mud was intrigued to hear that Audra was a visitor at the pack, not a member. Ah, Mud thought to herself. Her status with this pack is as uncertain as she is in all things. Mud wondered which pack it was - she thought she should know her neighbors a little better. She was just about to speak up and inquire when Audra noticed the other wolf. Mud's ears swiveled and she inhaled deeply. The scent of a loner female. She was not a surprise; the valley's herbs and flowers were well known in the area, and all could gather to collect nature's bounty.

The stranger was polite and a bit demure. "Hello." She said to the newcomer. Her voice was deep for a female, with the twists and tangles of a heavy accent giving away that she was not from here. "I am called Mud. What is your name?" She asked the black and gray wolf. Mud's body language was relaxed; she felt no fear from this one.