Whitefish River Hi, how you doing? Well I'm doing just fine, i lied, I'm dying inside.

the tone of her voice is surprising. it was nothing like the usual mature and collected mood nor the bubbly attitude of a high. it was something in the middle, soothing and gentle, odd to describe such a brazen woman. strange as it may be, it was still comforting.

she goes on about her pack, which sounded interesting to him. gaining trust and respect from your peers through whatever means was nothing new, he’d grown up in a family like that after all. then she asks if he wished to join her. he bit his lip and thought for a while. it was an ideal way of life, but was it one he could commit to? what was to say he wouldn’t just leave again? “i... i don’t know.” if he were to join, it would be for minori, like how he joined arthendal for malice, and that didn’t end well. but this could be different, he thought, history didn’t have to repeat itself. “do you want me to?”