Dawnlark Plains Powers

Zaavier smiled as she replied, moving to his side. He bent to touch her shoulder with his muzzle, as if to label her as his, although she was not truely his. He had vowed to himself many years before that wolves were not his, but instead he was theirs. He was there to protect them and lead them to a bright future, not the other way around. They were not his slaves, rather his equals. 

"Thank you! We will gather by the coast when the time is right, but you can stay with me for now if you'd like. I have been sleeping outside the borders of my current pack ayways." Zaavier found it hard to get a good night's sleep with all that religious crap floating through the air. It was better outside the borders. With a swish of his tail and a happy grin, Zaavier looked down on her in wait of her reply.