Lion Head Mesa I don't want to leave

Sky tried to stifle another sigh and instead look at the youngling with a significant look. Here she thought the matter had been settled. She should have known better.

“Not everyone is great at tracking,” Skyshire included, she was better at hiding her tracks, not really noticing others as well, “And fighting can be learned. Besides, there's more to fighting and hunting, there's other trades you can learn. But those are only available in a pack environment. We are outcasts, Misty, here and now. Outcasts can have friends just the same. You have to give a go first.”

The glow of the sun had sunk beneath the earth and the shadows had grown a deep black. Sky was tired, and decided that it was time for her to turn in for a few hours before doing a late night hunt.

“I'm heading in. Its your choice Misty, you've heard all I have to say on the subject. Night.” Skyshire got up and stretched. The pup would have a lot to think about and no doubt would stay up late rehashing the conversation.

“The only thing you can do is your best, and thats enough.” Sky smiled and started heading down the giant rock toward a shallow scrape for a den.

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