Weeding the crops

Orchid was keeping close, living in the cavern that protected most of the pack from the weather. She knew the Alphas had gone out and rounded up who they could but with the howling at the rain there had only been so much they could do. Orchid had worried that her skills of a healer might be needed out there somewhere with trapped or injured wolves that couldn't get to them, and that was a source of constant worry for the girl. When the Alpha's called out to the wolves of the pack on a day less dreary then the others she would pick out some herbs and holding them gently in her jaw would make her way over to the leaders of the pack. As she had collected her herbs from her stash she would see that others had made it there already.



There was unfamiliar face in the crowd, a light golden face, and others that she had come to know and see in pack meetings. As Twig had moved to the stranger so too would the pack healer. Orchid would smile, but having heard Twig's words she wouldn't speak ? let her answer Twig first and go from there. So also, of course, kept an eye on the alphas should they begin to speak.

"Speech"