Blacktail Deer Plateau checking up

"I think you'd be a thirsty Alpha," the white wolf quipped, gently bumping his shoulder against his companion and sharing a soft laugh with her. It was true that she would be unwise to settle in a place that did not provide for all of her pack's needs - food, water, and shelter - but it was also true that not just any source of hydration, as she called it, was suitable for Luke, and he explained himself further to her. "I am no better or any worse at hunting than the next wolf," he began, "but I am second to none at fishing, and I can eat fish until it comes out my ears. I also love to swim. So a little spring or pool, while great for drinking,just won't do for me," he grinned as his tail never ceased its pendulum movements.

At last it seemed Luke had tentative plans now. So long as she founded her pack somewhere to his liking, he would join his friend, and he was excited at the thought. The blue-nosed wolf longed for stability, for a place to dig his den, collect his antlers and fur. A place to call home.