Firestone Hot Springs baby, you're like lightning in a bottle

The first piece of advice he gave was not unexpected, but had the sheepdog's ears flick backwards a fraction. She was alone, and obviously, if she sought to survive in (mostly) one piece, she ought to find others. She chewed her lip hesitantly as he continued, ears flickering forward when he said a pack is just a family. The concept of a second family appealed to the sheepdog, quickly imagining a group of interconnected individuals who operated in a much less dysfunctional way than her own family had. 

Her gaze glinted, and her tail beat a little faster when he made his proposal, imagining already just what his pack would look like, her life through the winter if she accepted. For a moment, the wariness in her wondered if the male would be true to his word; if his intentions were good. But he seemed genuine and kind, and the wistfulness on his face as he spoke of company had her believe him. She made her decision quickly, smile spreading across her muzzle,  "yes. I'd like that very much."  Her tail gave another brief quiver, chirping a "thank you!", smile widening. She could be great company, surely, and her gathering excitement had her prepared to spring from the pools and follow Murdock towards his pack that very moment.