Wild Berry Meadow Losing Time

He seemed to be quite new to the pack he spoke of as well - or at least thats what she gleaned from his words. A terrritory with all of the necessities did seem interesting, but he never spoke of the people. She remembered the quiet wolves from her last pack - remembered joining them out of her own desperation for a home. She had never truly felt like she fit in - perhaps it was simply because she had been so naive to the world's ways. Feyre remembered the disgust in Jahla's eyes - remembered the anger that had laced the woman's voice as she told her to leave. So naive. She had not deserved them.

It was then that she realized she had started to allow her mind to wander. Reiging it back in was hard - but she managed to nod along to his words, catching up with the bits and pieces she had lost.

What was she looking for?

Until now she had yet to realize that maybe she should be looking. Perhaps her days of wandering would come to an end - where endless forests, rivers, and valleys would be replaced by the familiarity and comfort of recognizable landmarks and scents. The word appeared on her tongue before she even registered it. "Stability." She nodded to herself. "I want to feel safe and protected..." She grimaced at how stupid that came out, and added on to her words. "Which is odd for someone of my profession, I know." She did not deign to supply him with what that was - not if he were most likely to doubt her based on her undernourished appearance.