Dragoncrest Cliffs Paleolithic

Menta was fixing the direction and name of his former pack in her mind when his next sentenced startled her. A thousand questions flooded her little wolf brain. Currently forming a pack? Right now? Here? The cream wolf certainly didn't see any other wolves around the area, but she assumed he had followers - unless the reason he had left was because he was mentally ill, and thought he could create a one-wolf pack. The idea of it amused her for a moment before the thought of how dangerous his venture would be crossed her mind.

That's a bold venture, Menta remarked, slowly and not unkindly. It was an obvious statement, one that (if he was sane) he had undoubtedly already come to terms with. One wondered for what reasons he had left his last pack, although Menta considered it rude to openly inquire. She watched him glance down the shoreline, perhaps lost in thought for a moment, and smiled encouragingly when his attention flicked back to her. Might I ask what kind of plans you have made? 

Menta had no intentions of leaving a pack she had just joined and started getting comfortable in, of course, but she had never experienced or heard of a succesful pack formation. The cream's ears pricked further forward towards him in anticipation; this was most certainly an interesting stranger to meet today.