“Elder Ansel and I were discussing the silver-healing balm,” Jason explained, looking from Phoebe to Bridget. “He has some questions about it, so I thought it best he spoke with the inventors.”
“Oh,” Bridget nodded. “I’ll explain all I can.”
“You invented it?” Ansel couldn’t hide his surprise as he turned his attention to the other she-wolf.
“Yes, with Phoebe’s help,” Bridget answered. “In our former pack our Luna coated her claws in silver and she wasn’t shy about using them. We came up with the balm to help our fellow pack members heal from her…punishments.”
“Your former pack,” Ansel glanced from one she-wolf to the other. “Then you both came from the same pack.”
“Yes, Rimrock,” Phoebe confirmed. “We were both unranked.”
Ansel nodded.
“So what did you do in your pack?” Ansel aske
