Porcupine Ridge moose notepad and jeep pen

His words did not resound with her own thoughts – herds migrated, and the ebb and flow of prey within territories was always drifting. To place all of their resources upon the one sole land they primarily claimed, rather than the neighboring territories as well, was equivalent to the she-wolf as shooting themselves in the foot. But Capri had not lived upon a mountain before – and she could only hope now, at this point when it was becoming too late, that he was right.
 
She only offered her consent to his decision in form of silence – unable to push aside her own worries. Her gaze lifted to study him quietly as he began to preen at her shoulder, and she felt herself relax. “You place faith in things that could otherwise be in your control,” she commented then, her muzzle tilting slightly. “Why?”