Northstar Vale maybe, maybe we all are selfish

Andalusia grinned at Mordecai's words. "I never went far." Staying in her uncle's vicinity had been her only prevention against missing his rallying call. When she'd found his trail heading over the mountain range, she'd followed, and not in vain.

Her smile to Luke remained, held by the white man's unrestrained display of enthusiasm. She had her own degree of excitement, and subtler ways of showing it to watchful eyes. The gentle sway of her tail, the glint in her gaze. But every wolf had their differences, and she found no fault in Luke's choice to project his excitement to the world. "Andalusia Ostrega." she only felt proper to offer her name, though Mordecai had spoken it himself, "It's a pleasure to join you." Names were what mattered now; deeper knowledge of one another would come with travel and time.

For now, Andalusia followed the redirection of Luke's attention back to Mordecai and Harlyn. Her own legs itched to move, but she steadied herself, trusting the time would come. "Are we waiting on anyone else?"