Lion Head Mesa I don't want to leave

Sky sighed, so the kid was in one of those moods. 

She glanced sideways at Misty, her nose to the fading sky. There was no way of arguing with her at this point, but the kid was set on having a discussion and Skyshire knew that if she tried to drop it the pup would nag her. 

"I don't know what you want from me Mist. You said you don't know what to do because other loners are bothersome, and you don't want to burden me by living with me anymore. And you're convinced that just trying to join a pack, doesn't have to BE that one, is going to be the death of you. Life is full of difficult choices. I decided to stick around the pack of my birth for far too long, they were going to kill me when I finally left them for good. Out here dangers are around every corner, slavers, villainous loners, cougars, hostile bears, and the very real threat of starving because it's impossible to get any real prey without a pack. You've gotten used to the constant knaw in your tummy. I'm not going to be here forever. With a pack your safer. They have rules you have to follow but it's easier to make friends, keep friends, and actually be full for days. Being a loner isn't all it's cracked up to be, especially being a loner all your life. Do me a favor and just experience being in a pack for a bit. Commit to at least a year, if you still don’t like it, or that pack just isn’t for you, you can try something else. But at least trying is the point."