Sawtooth Spire I'll be happy when you're gone

He tilted his head slightly, weighing his options. On one side, he could remain a loner and only just get by, or join a pack and have a better chance at surviving. The answer came to him quick, he'd take her up on the offer. "I'll see what it's like, might stay if it fits me." He smiled at her, the 'if' meant if he was welcomed into the pack. If he was turned away, oh well, there were plenty of other packs scattered around the vast land they lived upon. There would be one somewhere willing to take him in.