Blackfoot Forest I turn tables and speak too softly

Liri burst into laughter at the displeased comment on Goober's name. It wasn't the best name she could admit, but Liri was quite the oddball itself. "Aye, tis not the best name. I wouldn't concern yourself with it. We've had quite a number of wolves coming and going." She frowned as she recalled the number of wolves who just up and left. Madeleine, Claudia, Saries, Goober possibly. Was loyalty such a feeble thing that all her packmates would melt into the woods?