it's burning through the bloodline

Sounds good, I'll go ahead and get this archived. Progress! :D

The more able-bodies, the better. Andalusia's grin returned and her tail moved in a gentle sway. Founding a pack - now there was a future she hadn't imagined. For too long she'd held onto the hope of finding a home with her siblings here. For all she knew, they'd moved on long ago. Even if they returned to look for her, she couldn't wait on them forever. She couldn't keep living as a drifter, for as much as she chased the open road, she yearned to settle more and more with each passing day. The life of a loner was no life at all - not even for her.

"I never go far." Truly, if not for the fire, she never would have left. Now that she had pledged herself to Harlyn and Mordecai, there was no chance she would move on from the flatlands until they moved out. She would linger here, and when the time came, she would follow. Andalusia offered Mordecai a parting nudge and a softened smile. "See you around." And with that she left him to his thoughts, and she to her own, filled with the hope the next time they met would be on neutral ground, headed for a new adventure and a future yet untold.