Flycatcher Downs Everybody runs, Fletch

Kaskara shrugged. "I'm not sure gamekeeping will be the best use of my time. I know it will help my pack, but there are others who can keep track of the herds and prey." She walked on in silence for a moment, thinking about what she enjoyed doing. She liked talking to others. Could she find a future in that? "I just want what's best for my pack." That was true of most wolves, wasn't it? Kas didn't know, but it certainly seemed those in her pack felt that way.

"Who's your dad?" she asked, glancing at Wildfire for a moment, before turning her gaze back toward the area ahead. The area ahead of them spread as far as the eye could see. Kas paused mid-step to stare at the vast expanse. The southern edge was rocky and the north held a variety of thin grasses. This was definitely a sight to see.