Antony may not have taken the news well, but Ylva was not sure about Adam’s advice either.  For all intents and purposes, he was an outsider to their ways.  It was that fact that had complicated their relationship in the first place.  Most of the wolves in the pack had no reason to question her guidance.  Antony might have lashed out at Varg, should he return, but she sort of doubted he would kill the young man.  Antony needed all the support he could get, killing wolves in anger would have just diminished his numbers.  He was without morals and disgusting, but if she had to admit that he was smart.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was best to leave the choice in Varg’s hands.  She made no further remarks as the pup ran off into the woods.  She listened intently as Adam detailed his plan, though again she was oddly struck by his command to seek out berries.  A dark brow arched, but ultimately she thought it best they work towards getting out of here.  Her people did farm at times, but they were much more apt to seek out meat than vegetables.<br/><br/>It was also his instruction, she was just not used to someone else being the one to formulate plans like this, unless it was her parents.  But this was his home, a terrain he knew, so maybe it was best to just differ to him on this issue.  She nodded, gathered up a discarded wicker basic and returned to the banks of the river.<br/><br/>It was hard not to feel displaced, even lost, after all that had happened.  Ylva tried to push the feeling downward, as she focused on the task of filling the basket with fish.  Her senses were keen enough that she could wade into the water and hold still until the fish came near, and then suddenly snatch one up with a bare hand.  It did not take took long before she had enough fish they could eat for a few meals, perhaps even a few days.<br/><br/>Once they were in hand, she went back to the campground and set about cleaning and cooking the fish.  No knife was required, she could shift the ends of her fingers just enough that her nails grew long and sharp.  While they cooked, she returned to the river and rinsed the basket, before finding some clean linen to line it, before she put the cooked bits back in.<br/><br/>It took some time, but then lifted her nose to the air and followed it until she found Adam once again.<br/><br/>“I was wondering if you might have some clothing I could borrow, if we’re going to send an animal off with the dress?  I’ve seen a few foxes around.  It might be good to use another that’s not so far off from a wolf.  I’ve been around Antony enough to know he’s rather shit at tracking.  Not a very good nose.”  She explained.<br/><br/>“I’d just rather not sail up your river naked, even though I’m sure it would be a sight you yourself might enjoy...” A tired smile came to her lips, it was an expression that was both pleasant and weary looking.  It had been a long few months for Ylva.