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"That does sound like an amazing pack to live in," Wraen replied, thinking briefly of her parent's tightly knit family group, where all knew everyone and treated nicely and friendly as well. Moonspear was not a bad place to be in, but living amongst wolves, who were not related to you and who you had not known since childhood, was very different. No matter, how hard she worked to prove herself, no matter, how long would it take her to achieve rank, power and respect, Wraen Redleaf-DiSarinno would never truly be part of the Ostrega family. Always a stranger, always a foreign blood. 

"You do sound very determined," she remarked, comparing his ideas of good life to her own. Though just a year younger their levels of maturity were great distances away. Wraen still felt like a kid, whose real and serious adult life had just begun and she was nowhere near ready or determined to find a husband, have children and lead a pack until she died. "Sorry to barge in, but - if your pack was so great, why did you leave it in the first place?"