The Heartwood I've been cold, I've been merciless

She gave nod of agreement. Being aimless was definitely not for her, but she hadn't found a place that she felt she fit in yet. "I'm glad you found a pack to join," she paused to smile before adding, "Do you feel like you fit in well there? Or is it too soon to tell?" She genuinely hoped he had found a place to call home.

Speedy looked away at his next statement, the smile falling from her face even with his playful contact. "I know. I was naive to think it would be easy to find a pack once I got here." She looked back a him and continued, "I guess I'm afraid of joining a pack and then finding that it doesn't feel like home." Maybe her optimism was a product of a happy childhood; something that wasn't meant to persist through the hard times of real, adult life. She didn't care if that was the case, she would still try to maintain a happy outlook, even if it made her seem immature.