All This Talk Of Politics

Surreal listened to Frith’s information. Yfir, huh? Her head cocked, slightly as she thought, then asked “Did they seem strong? And where are they located? Is everyone in your pack alright?” Strong fighters could be either a good ally to have, or a ferocious adversary to a recently begun pack that might have small numbers. It would ease her worries only slightly if Yfir was far from the Plains she and her family were settled in and would be raising Celestial on. The last question was asked with some concern as she looked the chocolate colored male over.

Zuriel was a natural talent when it came to healing. Though she had smelled a healer or two in the border scents; those wolves were distinctive, with their herbal perfume from sorting and putting together doses of herbs. Soothing, earthy. It could be a good opportunity, as well, if Threar’s healers were more advanced. Erani was no longer around and able to pass on her seemingly limitless knowledge anymore. The thought brought a pang of longing to her heart. It didn’t matter how much time passed; she still missed her mother as badly as the first day.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think