Cassiopeia's View And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

A answer that made sense couldn't be disappointing to a wolf like Ness. She understood the life of a lone wolf, but even more than that, as a girl from the Tundra, she understood hunger. Her days in her homeland had been spent in perpetual starvation; chased by it on a hamster wheel, as she endlessly chased the meals that would keep it from catching her. A vicious cycle that she had only recently eased out of. And this was not to say Ness wasn't prepared to enter it again. It was probably why she traveled so much. But with Moonspear, or maybe just here in Teekon, she had never been less hungry in her entire life.

"That mountain," she motioned again towards her base of operations; "my home, my pack." Not hers, but hers. Ness rolled her eyes as they returned to the marble woman, taking in her hardness with an appreciative bi-colored gaze. "Pack makes you stronger, y'know? You wouldn't have to head after food alone anymore."