Great Bear Wilderness Hey there Delilah;

Luke gazed softly at Delilah, and when she had finished brushing her tears away and apologized for the death of his sister, he stepped forward and gave her a gentle lick on the muzzle. "Don't worry about it," he reassured. Although the death of his sister had been a devastating blow to him when it had happened, he had since allowed himself to move on and find happiness in life, as his mother had wished for him.

He shook his head when asked how many packs were in this area. "I do not know. I only know of two so far, a pack on the plateau," he gestured with his muzzle to the distant mountain range, "and a pack on the caldera," he gestured to the looming slopes of Peregrine's home. Then he paused, remembering that Mordecai had mentioned a third pack. "Actually, I was told of a third in the dark forest that should be avoided. Unfriendly folk apparently. But as for me, I have no pack yet." When Luke bid his mother farewell, she had not only wished for him to find happiness again, but for him to find his own pack. He had not yet, but he felt confident that somewhere in this park was the place for him. Away from humans and among many other wolves.

"I don't think I'll find my place just sitting around," Luke went on. "So I think I'll grab a nap somewhere and keep on exploring. Best of luck to you! Maybe see you around sometime!" The blue-nosed wolf gave his companion a friendly nudge and a warm smile, and then carried on his way.