Thunder Dome Here our dreams aren't made, they're won

It was a wonder how the male fared within a pack—actually, she found herself more interested in the pack itself, curious of how it worked. The system that it functioned under had to be different from that of her birth place, that of what she wished to establish for herself, in order for a creature of his standings to dwell within it. The topic of the other's silence was not spoken of any further, being dropped with a gentle nod of her head. How ever their establishment maintained itself, or what type of wolves resided within it, was none of her concern. She held no desire in joining that which had already settled, leaving the pursuit of information on it quite meaningless.

There then came Asterr's turn to answer a question, though her response was not shared immediately. The details concerning her being there were things she was uncertain of sharing the entirety of. "Yes," she'd eventually offered, but corrected herself directly after. "But also no." Would it be wise to share her plans with the woman? She'd shared as much with the leader of Silvertip, the girl recalled, and there was no reason not to offer the same courtesy to Capri. "I have been scouting the lands, searching for a place to settle with my companions." She did not specify the number of members within her small band, uncertain of what could be shared with the woman. If the pack she'd mentioned briefly was nearby, then the yearling wished not to enlighten them as to who all would be trailing past their claim. Their reactions could not be predicted and, because of that, she would not permit them the time to prepare.