King

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She had nothing ill to say of the pack, just that it did not seem like a fit for herself, but this held true for many packs she had come to learn of since wandering from home. The Plateau was only of little interest to her.

Ame nodded, as "goofy white dude" did unfortunately fit Ariston alarmingly well. Looking back, she was surprised she had enjoyed his company as she had, even if she had only met up with him twice. He was very different from her. But he had nothing to say of him. I looked for him, a few weeks ago.. but caught not even a scent, she mentioned, exhaling slowly afterward as the consideration of the pale male were set aside; evidently, he lived here no longer and this was further proof of that. So with him gone, you are one of the very few Plateau wolves I know now, she mentioned, if it meant anything to him. What do you think makes your pack strong? she asked, curious to his insight and feeling like a deeper look into his thoughts, if he allowed.