Heron Lake Plateau I don't know what you've been told

Yeah, of course. He gave a small nod of his head as his smile dissipated into something neutral. She probably had a point, dragging it by the wings or something sounded awkward.

His head swayed at her question. Not a Blackthorn. Suppose it's just by chance I found myself with other animal-named wolves. The male let out a small awkward laugh. Did others think he was a Blackthorn too? When they found out he wasn't would they think he was some kind of poser? The thought was a bit nerve-wracking honestly. He didn't want anything thinking he was here to sneak his way into a family or anything.

Maybe I can walk back with you? Ya know, just to make sure no other giant birds get chased out of the sky on the way back. He was trying to integrate himself into the pack and that meant finding excuses to be social with others. Even if the excuse sounded extremely wild.