Porcupine Ridge Grab your passport and my hand

She chuckled. Following the scent of an unknown wolf through a dark tunnel sounded exactly like something she would do. She listened as he told her where he was from, continuing her licks as he spoke. His home sounded nice so she wondered, What made you want to leave? Although she, too, was glad he was here instead, she was interested to see what motivated him to leave his home and come to an unknown place. 

When Slavik moved to groom her shoulders, she lifted her head to make it easier for him. She didn't answer his question right away, distracted by how much she was enjoying the way his licks felt against her. Eventually remembering his words she answered, My family's pack, Apache Creek, was in a place way south of here with canyons and hot summers. I left to find my own way and ended up here. I miss my family a lot, but I'm also glad I left. It felt right, she explained. She missed them the most when the loneliness was at its worst, but she never regretted her decision to forge her own own path in life.