Firestone Hot Springs closer to nowhere

His invitation piqued her interest, and upon further inspection of the gray male, she sat upright, staring him down intently. She was certain she had seen his visage before. In a beautiful meadow. Slightly different, but. . .

"Sunny," she said suddenly, cocking her head. "I think I met your son, Sunny. You look incredibly like him."

Sunny had invited her to join his pack. Now Grayday had beckoned her to join his own. Indecision once more tugged at her heart, ripping at her sense of self-preservation. While he hadn't given as much of a pitch for his pack as Sunny had, he had stated their needs bluntly. She was a northern coast wolf. But she still knew cold. And desperation.