Meadowlark Prairie Have you come here to play Jesus

She had not expect the female to confess where her pack lied, nor the details of her arrival. She kept it the same way. This was a wolf she could respect, in contrast to the other outsiders she had met. But she was not friendly, she was hardly ever to many strangers she passed across. Something about general friendliness was unappealing to her, and most of the time gave off the wrong impression coming from her. She wasn't that type, and that's why Blackfeather could be her only home. 

She followed the stranger's gaze to her homeland. It was not so much a lively, colourful place but it was growable. "It is, in the territories that are habitable," There was not so many places were flowers could be found, and certiantly not on the blood soaked border that often pushed away the fauna and the wildlife it brung. "But it is not for everyone," It truly wasn't not just the pack, but the territory. It was dark, in spirit and in reality.