Dawnlark Plains Nasty freestyle

The she-wolf offered up the information easily enough, though it really meant little to Junior in the end, especially without names. Deciding it wasn't her business (and that she wasn't interested enough), she didn't ask for those. She replied with a simple, "Ah."

Manauia seemed bemused by the idea of leading. That's the hoity toity bitch I know, the yearling thought, smirking faintly. She didn't mind it, really, despite the implied slight. She wondered where home was, though before she could ask, Manauia asked Junior if she sought to lead.

"No way. I like to travel, which makes for a poor leader. I'm way too undependable for that," Junior responded unabashedly. "I did try it, actually. I was Beta of a pack for a little while. But it didn't work out for the reasons I mentioned. I'll take the road over responsibility any day of the week."

She licked her lips, paused just long enough to gather a breath, then queried, "So, where is home?"