Honeyed Pasture Rain can't make flowers grow

Dev was sad to see Niita give up on the pups. She wasn't a very loving girl, but she knew if she had pups, if she ever wanted to, that she would never stop looking if they ran away. Never. She would be doting like her father, but respect then just like he had. This pack must've already looked quite a bit, and it was quite a shame that they couldn't be found. Don't sweat it. She said, offering a smile to cheer up the white wolf.

The subject was changed to packs. It was a simple question, but she liked Niita's bluntness. She couldn't stand wolves who beat around the bush. Saltwinter. It's by the coast. Lots of cool big trees and dense wood. And ocean. She said with a nod as if approving of her description. What's yours? She asked, head cocked to the side a bit, luminous eyes trained on Niita.