Kintla Flatlands This woman is my destiny

"Well, you could always get hitched to some Mr. Redtail," Luke chuckled, assuming that Saena like most wolves would take the surname of her mate when the time came. Though he was familiar with blacktail and whitetail deer, he had never heard of redtailed deer either, but he liked the image that came to mind when he thought of them. It briefly caused him to think of the blue-footed booby bird that Peregrine had spoke of, and he wondered if there were other blue-marked critters out there somewhere.

The white wolf nodded in agreement, he had only just met the pair but they seemed like good wolves to him too, and Luke was generally a good judge of character. When Saena said that she did not think she'd be in the pack much longer, his curiosity was thoroughly piqued, and he let out a soft oh?". She said the plateau pack was a good one and repeated that her packmates were good wolves. So what, wondered Luke, would be the reason she wanted to leave? She was a young girl, perhaps she sought better status or a place of her own, as many young wolves dispersed from their birth packs for this reason.

"There's a big world out there," he said with a smile. "Nothing wrong with wanting to get out and see it, or find your own place out there. That's what I am doing, I was born quite a ways up north." If asked he would have said the same about his pack: that it was a good one and its members were good wolves, but that he did not want to stay. Granted, it took a nudge of encouragement from his mother, but he never looked back.