Overture Downs you always have to pretend to be nicer

Either he was learning or she was getting better at deciphering the words or both. Perhaps they were simply just figuring out a way to chat without being at a complete loss for words. Their pantomime was helping. The universal gestures and expressions provided more context clues than she would dare admit. She thought herself quite versed after all. Orating was no difficult thing.

She found it curious that a pack would consider trying to hold together without any clear direction in the form of a leader. Truthfully, it seemed his number was just waiting for another wolf to come along and collect them. That, or they needed to disperse to find true purpose in living. No wonder he was in such a mood. She'd be frustrated if she were in his footprints too.

"Find a new pack, then?" she asked. "Not your pack," she said with a paw towards him. "Another pack." She moved her paw elsewhere. "New pack. New family." It seemed a fitting solution.