Larksong Grotto Lorry was a mouse in a big brown house

Kaskara smiled at her memories of Junior and the thought that she was happy somewhere, with a mate and leadership duties. "That sounds about right for Junior," she commented with a chuckle. Saena, knowing Junior herself, would probably agree with her on that point. If she had known Saena's thoughts on mateship, Kaskara would have given her a few words of advice. Don't move too soon. Make sure he's the one. She had seen too many pairs split apart for lifestyle differences and she didn't want yet another young woman to make that mistake.

Saena's explanation of her terms were well thought out. Kaskara felt that her terms were fair and there was no reason Scimitar would refuse her. It seemed that even if he refused, Saena would go ahead and live on the ridge, risking the wrath of the bigger and slightly more established pack on Nova Peak. She reminded Kas of Scimitar in that way. "Your suggestions are fair, Saena, and I don't think he would refuse you. He knows what it is to love a place and not want to let it go." Kas didn't need to say that Nova Peak, while it held that spot now, was not their first choice. It was the better choice, though.

"Would there be any alliance between us, if any hostility is aimed at either pack from outside sources?" She had to know if Saena had thought about that. Not that Kaskara expected any hostility, it would be good to know an ally lived only miles from their southern border.