Apples don't fall far from... well you know

Sparrow had come to the orchard to pick some fall apples for ciders. They were one of the easiest things to make alcohols, and usually apples were ripe aplenty this time of year- or even already fermenting on the ground if she was lucky. She had spent many a ground-apple drunken nights in this orchard when it belonged to Fireside. She was surprised, however, to be met with another pack smell. Small, from what she could smell, but who knew. Her mind immediately went to how long it would take to raid to get said apples, but then she thought that she might as well try to talk to the wolves here since she was already in the neighborhood. So she called them and waited.