My homeland

"Okay."

Wren realized she had never had dealings with Habari that took her close to their base. Ghoul and Medusa always were elsewhere. She wondered fleetingly how the skull-marking woman was, being a slave to the pack. Ghoul, she hadn't seen in ages... Maybe he had moved on, and maybe not. But maybe she was kidding herself, picking his scent out along the border.

"I'll wait here then."

It stood to reason Voodoo didn't want to take her further in. The smell of pups was also in the air. Maybe Recluse had been pregnant, birthing another generation of "royal blood". Wren never placed stock in such a thing. She was a simple and common wolf, from no formal blood. Voodoo called for the alpha and she waited.

"Speech"