Sun Mote Copse mention our ghosts, our knotted spines

She tended to agree with him.  This land was nice, but it was not perfect and she knew that the Morwinyon would not settle for anything less.  So they would continue on.

But she was not capable of giving voice to this thought before a dark boy materialized in front of them by sneeze.  She was much less wary than her companion and as he bristles she moves, standing sort-of-forward, sort-of-beside him as introductions are made.

Delight!  The name reminds her of the moniker she had given herself when she had crashed near-lifelessly into the Teekons.  A smile plays upon her lips and she opens her mouth to speak but the boy continues talking and the question seems to take Mato aback as much as it does her.

"Are you together?"  Her ears flick back and she decides to let Mato answer this one, just as he has everything else.  And he does so eloquently, answers it just as she would have yet she still feels embarrassed, flicking her ears.

I don't think this is it, yet, she muses, speaking for the first time to the boy. and we are searching for others. A pack is not a pack with only two. Perhaps she was speaking out of turn; it was not her kingdom, it was Mato's!  But surely she knew that it would not be just the two of them, and she also felt in her heart that this was not where they would make their home.