I identify as a threat

Perhaps she should let herself be impulsive more often, because the release she felt was like dropping under the waves on a sweltering day, the instantaneous relief... Maybe it was just a rush of endorphins from needing to run to catch the fucking thing...

Regardless, she smiled warmly when Jael descended from her perch and followed closely as the smaller woman made her way to the gate she had constructed. Seeing it up close, the structure made more sense, and with space left on the platform, Modesty stepped down to join the mottled canine, her tail waving relaxed behind her. She gave the girl another impressed grin, rocking her weight from side to side gently just to make sure that the platform didn't sway under her weight. “You have a real talent for this, we don't have enough wolves in this pack with the drive to make improvements unless you're looking over their shoulder.” She dropped her voice to compensate for the echo down here crowded in by the concrete walls, mindful that the girl was already flighty. She of course was aware that she was solely at fault for that predicament, but why live in the past, the point had been made, and she leaned over to momentarily rest her chin on the top of Jael's head, trying to get a view of the enclosure from her height (and hey, it might have been a subtle dominance move too but who was counting).

She pulled back into her own space easily before continuing their discussion, “So birds, and then what? Sakana mentioned an abandoned beehive over in the Plains, one of the Armada healers must have left it behind when they moved. I think he said the body of the nest was wedged up between some rocks... Do you think we could make use of them too?” The boy had made a case for wax and honey for healing, and she knew some of the other packs used it in brewing, but was it really worth the effort of relocating them when the plains were just a short swim away?

“Speech.”