Shit Happens :c

Corbie's ears pricked as another wolf meandered closer, pulling a makeshift cart packed with things she was polite enough to ignore to not make it seem like she was greedily eyeing up the goods. Instead she dipped a head in greeting to the younger, larger male. "Long day," she returned, not disagreeing so much as clarifying. "Had a cougar take one of our lambs and I had to track it down to recover it. No sense letting it go to waste." She looked closer at him, noting the scent and the markings on the wolf. She could swear that looking at him, he was nearly the spitting image of the Fatalis wolves, yet his scent screamed that he was one of Gil's wolves, and she had been under the impression that they didn't get along particularly well. Seems like she needed to be paying more attention to the pack politics if she was behind. "And yourself? Traveling far, looks like?"