Frostfire Ridge I hate the bus

It was nice to hear another wolf share in her sentiment. This place... it was not for them. They'd helped a wolf they once knew accomplish his dream and now it was up to him to keep it. Citali could not continue to linger here. Her job was to bring a wolf home. That wolf was long gone. There was nothing to bring back save for a report of their failure. She did not envy Manauia that role. The wrath of the queen could be a terrible thing, but hopefully time had lessened her affections for her son. She grinned. Maybe now the queen had a daughter she could dote upon instead.

She cast her daydreams aside. The present conversation was where she was required. "I'm not sure," she admitted. Citali knew her ideals and vision for herself was a tough sell. Her expectations were high and she was a very difficult wolf to please. "Search for a strong female who leads in these parts perhaps," she said, thinking whimsical thoughts out loud. "Some female who won't forget herself to emotions or romance or other impractical things." It would help if she was old enough to have a bit of wisdom in her. She was tired of these young wolves... or even older wolves who acted as though they were still children.

Truth was, Citali was uncertain as to whether or not she'd be able to find her way back to the Rise. Her sense of direction was not so good, which was a large part of why she and Noctli had taken so long in tracking Tezcacoatl, no, whatever he wished to call himself. They'd found some wolf. It wasn't truthfully who they were looking for, but she imagined this land presented itself with some form of opportunity. "Perhaps I'll open up a clinic. A school or something. The healers in these parts are terrible at best. No doubt they do more harm than good."