Wolf RPG

The black French-Canadian wolf gave Tyrande a small smile. "Let us 'ope." Inwardly she hoped that the Silvertip Mountain pack would be that pack, at least to her and Tyrande. She had been rejected from friendships and packs far too many times. This was the only pack she had been in since her birth.

Erika looked around the cave, seeing more dark niches where tunnels hid. It intrigued her, but she would save that for another time. "I will search for a den. It is much more important at ze moment. Exploring ze caves can be saved for later."

Tyrande nodded. Would you need any assistance in digging or clearing a den?

She began to turn back towards the entrance, looking back at the larger wolf expectantly.

Erika followed the smaller wolf towards the entrance of the cave, looking out to see the view. "Non, I do not zink so, but I would enjoy ze 'elp." Her golden eyes swept across the land, searching for a good area to start looking. "Do you 'ave any places to recommend?" The toxicologist was in this pack longer than she did, and Tyrande was the one to give her a tour through the territory. Certainly she would know of a few places to make a den.