The Heartwood In the Bleak Midwinter

So there was no set time to when the pack would become official, just hopefully soon. Whitefish River was the name of this river, though it was still known simply as 'a river' in Riko's mind. Then she was asked her name. "Riko." She then hesitated, wondering if she should ask of the other wolf's name. Would've made the most sense, as she was probably going to end up living with her. "Your name?"

Riko then brought the conversation back to the gorge. "What way is the gorge? The direction of the river going downstream, or upstream?" If she could go there and camp out until the pack was created, she would. Whether the other future pack-mate(s) agreed with her decisions could be dealt with later. Unless anyone told her specifically not to do it, Riko would do it.