Greatwater Lake There is no one alive who is you-er than you!

Julooke listened about Silvertip. It seemed like the Alpha ran a right ship, expecting loyalty to the pack above all else, even before family. Julooke would have been torn between the two if she hadn't grew up where pack was family and family was pack. She had grown up with most of her blood relatives in the pack, so loyalty had been easy. These days, while she thought of Sterrenvuur often, she did have loyalty to Horizon Ridge. Verrine was there, Ragnar was like a father-figure, and Thistle was quickly beginning a very close friend. That must be hard when they aren't all the same, she replied. Soon enough, she would learn that Beric was in the area, and part of an enemy pack. Her loyalties would be divided and she would learn just how hard it is to keep everyone happy.

I suppose many packs are like that, though. The Alphas guide us, and care for us. In return, they should expect no less than full loyalty and respect. It didn't always work out like that, though. Her family had been supportive of her finding another home, because they knew it would always be her birthplace, a place that she would think of fondly, and maybe even visit on occasion. It would always be her home, no matter where she was. In an effort to continue the conversation, she asked, So, what kind of trades are you interested in?