Firefly Glen I'm dying to see how this one ends

Oh! She knew that pack. That was where the scout was from. She wagged her tail again and answered, I've heard of the Redhawks. I met someone else from there not too long ago named Tegan. He helped me out of a bind. It was a really stupid bind that she had brought on herself; another situation that could have been avoided had she been paying attention, but oh well. 

The compliment made her smile, but she said nothing about it. My last name isn't Blackthorn, but it would be a cool last name to have, she replied with a quick shrug. I'm from somewhere south of Teekon with deserts and winters that don't force you to join a pack, she answered, the last few words coming out with a hint of resentment. She hadn't actually meant to say it, but the issue had been on her mind a lot lately. She was being forced to end her wandering ways because she was ill-equipped to withstand the frigid winters the wilds promised, and well, it wasn't fair.