Dawnlark Plains there's treasure everywhere

"But that's super far away and and and you're old enough to strike out on your own now, right?" he asked, and he realised that his tone had become pleading. Darn it. He was trying to sell this pack, not beg her into please joining. He needed to play hard to get, but somehow he had an inkling that wouldn't exactly work on this peculiar girl. "It doesn't have to be forever. But, you know, just see how you like it. I've been in lots of packs since leaving my mother's pack. Some day you just sort of have to get out there and see the world, and find your own place, away from your parents." She looked about his age, and so Ditty thought it strange she was so eager to return to her own pack.

Attention shifted back to the marmot again, and Ditty heaved a tiny sigh at the realisation that they would hunt it first. Maybe he could further try to convince her after the hunt. He had to convince her. He had nothing yet, and he really needed to get some credits with his new leaders! Absently he listened to her questions about hunting it. He barely noticed the marmot disappearing, until Drag went to look for it. "Oh no, now we can't hunt it," Ditty said in faux disappointment. "That's too bad, I mean, we'll never get to it, probably is far too deep to dig out." But they could certainly talk more about her staying here and all.