Bramblepoint caught in the middle

The Italian didn't entirely understand moving a pack over for a lover - didn't understand much about having a lover entirely, full stop - but she held such thoughts to herself. Menta was no leader, had no drive to be a leader, and could not imagine what baggage came with it - and so the smile stayed on her face, and a nod when he explained the move. Leaders would only do as they felt fit for their pack, the ever obedient and unquestioning female was sure of it.

And berries over rare plants! That she understood, the smile on her maw turning back more to an authentic grin. Me too, she agreed, although perhaps the healers and medicine workers in her pack would not so readily come to such a conclusion. Do you know of any other fruit groves in the area? If he was around here, that could only offer potential knowledge she could gain and use. Food and where to get a delicious variety was always an appropriate subject to learn more about.