Whitebark Stream slowing down

She asked again, unimpressed with his uncertain answer, but it was what it was. He was astride the line between actively seeking a pack and just now beginning to think he should. It was a very recent development for him to realize that his paws had grown tired of travelling every day, stopping only during the winters. Fortunately, she moved on from that subject.

Even if he was ready to commit to a pack, she was not going to entice him by telling him that their king could be likened to a toddler and that the situation up there was 'awful'. Coupled with her earlier lack of enthusiasm about the founding of this pack, it did not sound promising. He pursed his lips and his tail flicked behind him. "So, you're there... why?"