Cedar Sweep fire to gasoline

Being invited into a pack several minutes after meeting the leader; even if technically they weren’t on the borders (only nearby) was something that left the Mexican female speechless for a few minutes. Her tongue was tied, frozen solid, she couldn’t speak. Was this even real? Aspen appeared to be genuine and kind, trusting and warm. But Digit’s experience with the world was a different one, nothing came for free; and this was also the first time she had left a shattering impression that she was offered a home. Most of the times it meant grovelling or being thrown out in the flash of an eye.

”T-thanks.” She said hesitantly, feeling stupefied. She trembled slightly. ”What can you tell me about your home?” Digit wasn’t the sort of wolf who would jump into any offer; in case there was something slippery underneath that offer. Besides, the yearling wasn’t the best example of being a good pack mate.