Silvertip Mountain i looked up

He smiled, shaking his head. "You're not barging in," he assured her. "I've asked myself the same thing since I left. . .quite often, actually."

Phocion looked out over the southern horizon, icy blue gaze taking in all the sights. They had come from a single place in the central plains and had scattered out from there, creating pockets of knowledge and wisdom in all corners of their known world. It was their destiny to leave, so that they may one day know a world where you never left. . .because your family was all around you. 

"It is my duty as kyrios-filos to start a new tribe here," he explained, bringing his eyes back to the girl. "A new life, a new family. We travel far to spread our message everywhere."

Phocion looked at her for a long moment, thinking. She did mention she was part of a pack. But was she happy? "When I establish my tribe here, I'll call for you, Veeri," he murmured. "You would make a great addition."