Whitefish River hit the sunroof

Liri was very pleasant, she seemed so calm and confident and he admired that in her. He too was confident, but not in the same soft spoken manner. She was the kind of woman who need say little to say enough. She didn't go into depth about herself, but she expressed enough for him to know that it was a long story kept for ones perhaps closer to her. He accepted that respectfully, returning her wry grin with a grin and nod of his own.

When she said that she founded the pack, Slavik found himself feeling embarassed. She was a leader and he hadn't even known! He felt suddenly that he should be showing her more respect, as his parents would've demanded he do for them. That's amazing! My parents were the alphas of my old pack, I always thought it would be fun to lead. But I get that it's probably time consuming too, he said, stopping himself from rambling further.

The next thing she brought up was a warning, about another pack in the flatlands. She seemed very serious about this, and it spurned Slavik's curiosity. Are they dangerous? he asked, trying to imagine what kind of wolves could be so notorious that the nearby packs urge loners against going there.