Meadowlark Prairie i'm a ruin

Witchbaby (a name that was going to take a lot of getting used to) dumped a lot of emotional baggage on Tytonidae all at once, and the young leader gulped. Maybe WB was just in a rough mood today. Sounded like she had a lot going on, and that would explain the... uh... sudden coughing up of all this rather... seemingly personal information to what amounted to a stranger. In any case, that didn't disqualify WB immediately from Ty's recruitment, and the strange wolf wanted to know more about the pack, so...

"Well, like I said, it's on the coast. I'm hopin' we'll organize there, but I don't think I want to stay in a permanent location, so we'd move every few months. I want merit to be based on skills, so you'd be expected to find your passion and follow that. Mine, for instance, is scouting, recruiting, that sorta thing." Tytonidae paused, giving WB a chance to soak up all that information and respond.