Silverlight Terrace And the wolf whispers back, 'I am the storm.'

Zaavier watched with an intent expression as they finished off their meal. Tail thumped against the ground as she spoke to him. She avoided telling him her name, which was all fine and dandy for now. Ears pricked as she mentioned that they were nomads. They are lone wolves. All wolves need packs, whether they know it or not. It was like an instinct that was drilled into each wolves brain. Maybe they would join him, especially because she had a child to care for.

The yearling spoke, asking why Zaavier wanted to know. He smiled at her andm opened his mouth to answer her. "I wanted to know if you needed a home or not. I am starting a pack and you could join us if you'd like." He told her, tail swishing.