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Wolves were familial creatures by instinct, and she imagined herself acquainted with the young children of Tagg and his mate (who she assumed was Capriccio) when the time came. It was fond thought, that was quickly flustered as the dark Alpha mentioned that she could take a mate and have a family herself if she asked first. Her ears fell back, and she gaped after him openly, erasing the astonished look before he could spot it. She had never thought of having a family outside of the Cove or what life was even like beyond the sands and breezy grass—and she still had no vision beyond the present moments she found herself in.

Everything was too different now. No more rolling waves, and crumbling earth, and moody shores. Now it was all rolling hills, and unyielding mountain, and stoic trees.

As he explained his view, it was the first time Diane thought of her home without also thinking of the tragedy that had befallen it. "Size dictated a lot of things in my birthplace—and every job needed to be done. Wolves my size or less so were assigned Diggers," she talked, not noticing the blossoming of her true nature as she opened up to Tagg, the wolf who had—for all intents and purposes—saved Diane's life. "We made living quarters were properly re-excavated each day, because if the winds brought the dunes in too high against the dens, then wolves could become trapped and suffocate. Or not be able to find their den in a pinch sandstorm."

She felt that this must sound very silly to the mountaineer, but this had been her sweet little life. Den-digging and swimming, bobbing for fish and avoiding sharks. Her father had shown her deer trails before in the forested areas along the coast, but she had never actively used their tracks before, let alone in the manner she was following Tagg in now. Though she imagined that she was being quite useless on this food-source trip, she tried to convince herself that she wasn't bothering him with her chatting.

He had come out here alone after all.