A working vacation

Corbie glanced up from her labors, a bit startled by the big voice hailing her, and narrowly avoided stabbing her paw on one of the hawthorn's spines. "Saga!" she greeted the big white bear in return, and carefully plucked the haw behind the spine that had almost gotten her, and dropped it in the basket. "I'm working on collecting ingredients for a new mead I'm experimenting with. Rosehip and hawthorn - it should be good. And how about you? You seem like you're pretty far from home. Is everything all right with you all?" She'd been pretty worried for the small, friendly pack that had managed to run afoul of the raiders since Saga had last been here, especially since Modesty had quite thoroughly rejected the idea of anyone stepping in to put an end to the feud. Neither Haydee nor Gil had shown up at Avalon to take her up on her offer of a temporary sanctuary, so she had no idea how either of them fared in the interim, and welcomed whatever news Saga brought - as worrying as it was.