Firefly Ravine One Last Step

"We did well when we stayed in groups, kept the greater number." Zephyr was glad to share his information with the alpha, ear flicking. If it helped them one day then maybe that was lives saved. "But once they'd picked our numbers down and we were no longer able to fight four wolves to a cat.... Even keeping level or higher ground couldn't save us then." The black and white male sighed, shaking his head and struggling to keep his emotions in control. It was sad, but he also expected no sympathy for the very reason Sen gave none; These were not their burdens, not souls they knew and could grieve for. For a moment, the crow-black male wondered why Depp had yet to speak, but soon wrote it off as politeness to not interrupt the two already speaking. Zephyr, being the gentlemanly wolf he was, reminded himself to give more time for the alpha to speak before he seemed rude. These two had to like him if he wanted to end his perpetual loneliness, and he desperately just wanted to be lead to the camp already. The longer they spoke, the more Zephyr hoped he would soon be accepted. Pack life, camp, friends: all were just an acceptance away, one step over an invisible line that stood just a foot from his bulky white paws.