Wandering… The word made Red smile despite herself. So Ptarmigan was a wolf after her own heart. They were both wanderers. This made Red wonder why her friend was wandering in the first place. Sometimes those who wandered were looking for something. Sometimes they wandered simply to do it. Either way, the coywolf was curious. She herself was a wanderer by blood. Being half-Coyote meant being half-nomadic. Coyotes never truly settled in one place if they didn’t have to. Oftentimes they were constantly on the move, going from one place to the next, settling down only due to illness, starvation, or because there were pups in the family that were too young to wander yet.
So Red knew this urge well. It was why she made such a good Outrider. She could never stay in the Sunspire for long without feeling that familiar itch. Though recently, her wanderings had led her more and more to the same place: Emberwood. She wondered where she would wander to when she had her pack there. Her pack… That dream was still aways away. A pack… Perhaps that was what Ptarmigan wanted? A pack? Red had never smelled other wolves on her pelt, so she must have been a loner.
Taking a breath to steady herself — for she was about to speak — Red asked, Looking for a pack? We have room here.