Silverlight Terrace i don't know how you do what you do

She quickly responded, saying that she loved living near the ocean, but it almost sounded like an automatic rejoinder. Floki didn't know her well enough to be sure and she moved the conversation along anyway, so he focused instead on her next words. He felt a slight jealous twinge when she said that she used Stavanger Bay as hunting grounds; he could have guessed as much, since Donnelaith was so close by, but he still felt possessive of his former home.

"Yeah, my brother decided to move us when our numbers dwindled. We merged with some wolves from another pack called the Sunspire," he replied, the envy slipping away as he spoke of the circumstances that had drawn them away from the bay. It would always hold a special place in his heart, but Moonspear was home now. "I haven't been to the plateau either," he added; he knew that Donnelaith had moved, just like they had -- and he knew this because he and Wildfire had run into one of its members while visiting Stavanger Bay just a few months ago.

He felt another pang, though this one was different. He suddenly felt guilty for sneaking away from Moonspear in the dead of night and leaving Wildfire asleep in their den. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder, thinking that perhaps it was almost time to go back.