Goodbye, cruel world, hello space

She decided that Pump wanted more explanation but she wondered why, since the alpha didn't seem keenly interested in what she had to offer when they first met.

I have been taught from a young age to respect nature and to know all about it,
In my culture there are wolves who live for the study of the clouds and sky, weather really. And then the are the wolves that only study the prey animals and their patterns and then the are the wolves who study the earth and gardens and then there are the wolfs whom guard the pack and.... well the list goes on, but each wolf when they are born are given tasks in which to devote their lives too.
My task was religion, God. And in doing so I had to know each wolf and their tasks so unlike most wolves in my home country the Clerics; the Priestess's were the only well rounded wolves. Not that we used the knowledge to our own benefit like I have since I was taken from my home.

Nerian sighed troubled again by all the talking she was doing, yet Pump seemed to draw it out of her like air from a ballon
I know that when it is going to rain hard worms do not want to drown so the come to the surface of the soil and sometime right out of the earth and seek high ground. The clouds are gathering and darkening they promise to drop their collective water when they do this. And I have noticed the pattern of the winds lately just by observation. I listened to the wolves who talked about deer and learned about them and more then once it has come in handy.

Nerian pawed at her rock anxious to get it back to her denning site I am building a den in the area you have told me too She offered to pump as an explanation for her rock hoarding not that it would actually clear anything up for the 'uncultured' wolf hybrid.