Wapun Meadow day after day, alone on a hill

Are you looking for a pack? The boy had asked the question she didn't know how to answer.

She weighed her options. Summer had just turned over into fall, which means she had a couple more full moons before the snows would start to fall--unless, of course, winter came early. Time enough to make a decision.

On the other hand, Easthollow seemed crowded. And what was this Sunny spoke of "trades"? Miyako could run fast, and she had taken care of all of her siblings almost single-handedly, but she didn't have what these wolves might consider a "trade." She was afraid, as she always was, she might be a burden on a pack. Dead weight.

"Well, I mean. . ." She floundered for a moment, trying to come up with the right thing to say. "I-- Thank you, Sunny. For telling me about your pack. Can I. . .Can I think about it?"

She cast him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, that's probably not what you want to hear right now. It's just that. . .I recently lost half my family. Half my pack. They tore each other apart. And I don't know if I have enough trust in me to join a band of strangers. Sunny, they--they were my blood. And they. . .destroyed each other." The words came fast, spilling out of her jaws until she was left, silent and shaking with emotion. "Sorry."