Heron Lake Plateau Who do you love?

A tiny flinch went through the dark girl when she realized Tegan was on his way over - and again at the sound of her old name. She wanted to tell him now that she didn't go by that anymore, that she couldn't, but it seemed rude to start that conversation in front of the other wolf. What if she felt left out or ignored?

"I don't need anyone to vouch for me," she cut in as politely as she could, kind of wishing Tegan would disappear back into the ether for the moment. He'd seemed fun and exciting when they were littler, but now that her moods leaned more and more toward ruminative or melancholy, he just seemed like a little much, most of the time. "If there's something I can do to prove myself, I'll do it. If not, I'll... I'll figure something else out."

The truth of it was - she was doing alright for herself. Better than her family on the plains (not that she knew this). The real reason she was trying to join a pack - and this pack specifically - was that she was young and lonely and tired of her own company.