Dragoncrest Cliffs Paleolithic

The Italian had no leadership experience - nothing by which she could give him advice on, much less any knowledge on the formation of an entirely new pack. Her family pack had long been established by the time she was born, and Ryūjin had seemed small but steady when she arrived at their borders. It seemed this male had it all figured out - at least in his head - and so all she could offer was encouraging words and smiles.

More of a mountain wolf myself, Menta confessed, figuring there was no fault in admitting that neither of them was keen on calling the beach home. The sand ran everywhere in her cream coat and it was too rough to get sound sleep on. Speaking of which, I should probably get back to my mountain home. This was said with a light smile- he was undoubtedly restless to get started on his plans, and she could offer him no real help. The Italian's tail wagged as she looked towards the general direction of home and then back towards the ambitious male again.

I wish you and yours the utmost of luck.