“Well, whatever you said to her definitely worked,” he answered warmly, his lips pulling back to display a wide, toothy grin. “She’s already a wonderful scout.” XIX could not have asked for a better candidate. She was focused and dedicated to her craft; she would have made her father proud. His expression softened as he studied the tawny male, tail twitching softly behind him. “Thank you for encouraging her,” he added with a curt nod. It was good to see that Craw’s wolves were getting along so well with his own. Perhaps this alliance was going to work out after all.
His ears twitched as Lorcán spoke once more, mentioning a stream nearby. Well, sort of near by. It would require a bit of travelling to reach, but Lachesis did not mind. If the Whitestone wolf was up to it, of course. “I’m game if you are,” he offered with a tilt of his head. He wouldn’t mind having a chance to get to know the other healer better—even if it meant wandering close to another pack’s borders. They would have to work quickly once they got to the stream in order to not draw attention to themselves. With a day’s travel ahead of them it would offer plenty of time to discuss what the plant looked like to ensure they were able to retrieve it without being noticed. He did not know how the pack would react to discovering a Whitestone wolf and the leader of Hearthwood traveling (and working) together.
stick with those who stick with you