Big Salmon Lake northern soul

Quixote was slow to warm up to people.  The other black wolf seemed at least somewhat approachable to him, but he was still trying to do a little bit of policing his words, even if slowly relaxing.  He was a wolf of several masks, and wasn't ready to swap them yet.

Well, if you've pruned the morons, that's definitely a positive, I'd say.  Having family running the place probably was quite the advantage for her if it wasn't ruined by other bossy types like it was for him.  Too bad the mix had felt more like poison than family.  He'd gotten sick of it.  It wasn't a real way to live.  He hadn't thought much about it, but being in a kinder pack might seem kind of alien to him.  Banding together because you actually liked the people rather than just by convenience and necessity would definitely change the atmosphere.  You make it sound all perfect paradise.  Make it so perfect, I'll end up ruining the whole thing with gloom and doom, though a wry smile suggested he wasn't totally serious about it, even if it did concern a corner of his mind.

Still, too perfect often came with a catch, Got anything weird about it I should know?  Pretty sure some people have some odd ideas about how a pack should be run, so gotta be warned.  Skill based, believing in some super-elk cult... Like what the hell.  He thought the whole thing was bogus.  Make a pack, get some wolves, live a good life, don't go complicating the whole thing.  Not everyone wanted to drink the koolaid -- unless they were gonna bring back Mountainberry Punch or something.