Dawnlark Plains i have always confused desire with apocalypse

She was pleased to see recognition drift within his mannerism, and as his form relaxed from its previous stiff position, the she-wolf casts a delicate glance over him. He was just as she remembered -- large, certain and kind. His grin and teasing words jabbed at her conscious, and she allows her own grin to press to her lips, though regret s clear upon her features.
 
"Terich and I are joining a newly forming pack on the mountain," she offered, giving her muzzle a light swing of apology. "It's a completely fresh start this way." She paused then, wondering if it was even worth prolonging his company before asking the question -- as if she could somehow cajole him in to coming with her. "I don't suppose you might want to come see for yourself, and maybe join us?" There was no guilt in her words as she attempted to poach the pack mate of another -- just the selfish desire to keep this swarthy male at her side, despite barely knowing him.