The Bracken Woods there is no other word for spirit

Her ears flicked back momentarily at his answer. It was not something she could readily argue with, even if she thought him mildy foolish for pursuing the idea that the grass was greener on the other side. In her mind, if where you are provides what you need, then there is no reason to get greedy. She had been forced; with her food poisoned, her trails trapped, and her packmates slain or scattered, there was nothing left to stay for. She could only escape man and cheat death so many times.

She wound around the tree after him, the pair engaged in a lazy sort of cat and mouse as he moved and she followed. "It could be worse," she countered, lifting a brow at him. "You could leave looking for something better and starve. Or die of thirst. Or be killed." Besides her situation, there was only one other reason to disperse: to breed. Had he said he left for a chance to sire pups, she would have understood him better. For now, he was a strange enigma.

She suddenly dropped her haunches to the ground, ending the lackadaisical game. She wanted to tell him she thought his skull had been rattled as a pup, but instead... "So? Did you find any better food, drink, and deer trails?" She wiggled her ears, sitting primly with her forepaws together and her tail flicked around her.