Making tracks

Deluge allowed herself a short, hyena like cackle when the other wolf clarified it was her brother she was frustrated with, lifting herself back up to her feet and offering a shake to show she meant no harm. “That would make th' arse tattoo awkward wouldn' it?” She allowed her shortened tail to wave in greeting, “Name's Deluge, currently o' Raider's Hollow, but if fortune favours, not fer much longer.” She dropped her front end down in a stretch, offering the empty bottle by her side a forelorn sidelong glance. “I'd offer yer a drink, but it looks like I'm fresh out. I'm sure there's a stash somewhere around these parts though...” She scanned the stones that surrounded them, none making any more of a decent marker than the other. Where could it be?

“Speech”