Siv watched the small frown strike her leader’s face and she was quick to beam at him reassuringly, flagging her tail behind her with vigor. “Hey, but no worries, Boss… pretty soon this place will be booming!” she offered him a few words of security in hopes that it would wipe the frown from his features. Because, Siv could not understand how the wolves of the Teekon Wilds would want to belong to any other pack. Certainly, Redhawk Caldera had the most to offer out of all of them. Not to mention, the leadership team was a set of grade-a, five star, first-class folks. Siv was proud to belong in their ranks.

On the subject of hunting, Perry insisted that they begin immediately. This caused the girl to grin widely, though she could feel her chest thump with a bit of nervousness. “Yeah, let’s,” she agreed with a quick nod of her narrow skull. She knew that she would be nervous around him, but the whole point of their excursion would be so that he could teach her a thing or two about Gamekeeping. Before long, she felt as though she would have it down pat.

At the mention of their pups, Siv could not keep herself from waving her tail behind her like a mad woman. “Man, you and Fox are gonna have some great kids, no doubt. And of course I’ll babysit! Those pups will need to have a little bit of the Siv Savoy experience in their lives, right?” she teased with a laugh. In truth, the girl loved children and would have wanted some of her own. Sadly, she had never found herself close with a male and she realized that the likelihood of having pups was quite slim. The fortunate side of that was that Perry and Fox’s kids would be there.

It tickled her positively pink to imagine the young pups calling her Aunt Siv. Her cheeks turned a shade of rosy red and she could feel her face growing hot at the idea. “Boy, they could call me whatever they want,” she whispered to her dark-furred leader. The coywolf female had never really had a substantial role in anyone else’s life. She was a daughter, and she knew what it meant to respect her mother, but had not really had a large part in shaping who Finna had been. Siv didn’t even know her father, so she could have said that her impact on him was less than minimal. Somehow, she had done something right. Something had led her to the caldera and to the leaders that occupied it. Words were not enough to express how grateful the Savoy girl was. So, she held her tongue – for once in her life.

Following after the inky male, Siv drew her ears forward to catch what he was telling her. They were getting into the nitty gritty of the whole business at that point. She could feel the nervousness rise back up in the back of her throat like bile, but as he explained to her the different caches, she found herself being soothed into an understanding.

The pack worked like a well-oiled machine. With Peregrine, and others within their ranks, driving the food to store the caches so that those who did not take part in the tracking of animals would be well-fed and taken care of. She could see a huge benefit for this when the cold settled in and snow drenched their lands. Flicking her bright blue eyes upwards inquisitively, the girl paused in her steps. “Would you like to keep the same amount of caches, or did you wish to expand them?” she asked him carefully. With the question still in the air, Siv moved forward and began to peer around curiously at what he had already created. The stump housed several carcasses from the weather and still were easily accessible.

Peregrine explained that it would probably benefit the pack to have a few extra caches around their lands. She regarded the flick of his tail with a quick grin and a nod of her slender head towards the earth. He then made a mention of thieves crossing into their lands, and the girl’s grin faded into a bit of a frown at the idea that there would be some who would want nothing more than to take advantage of the work they had done. Drawing her blue gaze to the dark face of her leader, Siv squinted thoughtfully at him. “Yeah, well, I’d bet on you any day. Wouldn’t like to run across an angry Perry in a dark alley,” she remarked with a flick of her tail to signify that she was only teasing the inky man. He was a creature of good humor, she had realized, and he seemed not to be bothered by her peculiar ways. It was something she was grateful for.

“At any rate, Boss, I think I’ll work on creating a few more caches to help out,” she then added with a confident nod of her head. “I mean, I get the gist of it, so if you’re all set, we can keep on keeping on!” Tongue flicking from her slender muzzle, the Savoy girl waited for Peregrine to lead her further on their quest for training in the art of game-keeping.