Bearclaw Valley oh captain, who is your captain?

He found it interesting that such a social creature wouldn't like the company of her own kind. At least not most of them. It seemed she tolerated the pack because of what it could give her while she couldn't fend for herself on her own. He didn't blame her, or judge her for it. It just interested him.

Spring is upon us, he pointed out. Will you leave your pack then? he asked, curious. Were wolves better apt at taking care of themselves during spring and summer? Maybe it was just this pack she didn't care for. Ridge knew there were others. Were they better?