Hunger

Modesty was still scouting out potential lands to expand into. The willows were close to the plains, which would be a direct barge or swim across from Daager Isle. The plains offered ample grazing opportunity if they chose to go more into cattle, and the willows had a certain whimsy about them. While the healers might be happy to have a ready access to the bark and she was sure the kids would love popping in and out of the circular canopies.

In her distraction, she didn't notice the wolfdog until she was almost on top of him. Pausing mid stride, her brows drew down in question as she tried to wrap her head around what wasn't quite expected (since Jael had fallen into her life, these half-breeds seemed to be popping out of the woodwork). Modesty shook out her surprise and allowed her tail to wave loosely at her back. If he'd meant her harm, there had been plenty of time before now while she was distracted. “New around here?”

“Speech.”