Great Bear Wilderness Hey there Delilah;

Delilah allowed a small, wan mile to curl the corners of her lips upwards. We're all grieving, aren't we? She thought, marveling at how she and Luke were bonding; united in their grief. She sniffed loudly, rubbing the unshed tears on her foreleg and straightening up. "I'm sorry to hear that, Luke," She said, and she meant it.

Luke's words, however, alerted her to something else. A pack. She looked into the sky, the grey interspersed by the blue. Delilah had already decided that she couldn't leave these lands to look for Anael now. Her needed her, she knew this, but it was too risky departing on the massive journey alone. Life as a lone wolf was hard; and journeying up into the north was a dangerous affair.

She needed training; to become stronger both mentally and physically in order to prepare herself for the journey. She needed information; maybe there were wolves that had come from the north and knew about the Miner's outposts, or knew the places where they would take young, able-bodied wolf pups for the hard labour.

She looked back at Luke. "How many packs are here in these lands?" She asked, "Which pack are you with?"