Finding help and giving help

That was certainly a lot of words to say 'Just checking to see if you'd heard about this pack,' and Deluge's patience was wearing thin. She was still recovering from the raid when her mother had come home and told them all to pack up and get ready to ship out. She'd helped to herd the cows and goats while laden down with supplies herself and had immediately gotten into recreating the shelter they had spent weeks finishing on Dove Island. Thankfully most of the lumber had been transportable but really? She tried to inhale a steady breath, far from the diplomat her mother was. "Fucked if I know," She responded with a disinterested shrug, and then a smile crossed her face, devious twinkle in her eye. "Wanna stick around an' tell 'em yerself?"

"speech"