Journey

Appreciation for another's quest wormed its way into her breast. Though the Endore had never really paid heed to other's plans, and she had few herself, she was a social beast with an understanding of the collective wolf heart. Few of them longed to be alone for long, yet many of them wished to range far and wide and accomplish things to put to their name. No doubt Tuwawi had similar desires. She accepted the cryptic answer with a smile as she said, “I hope they hold up to expectation, then.”

Her ancestors had done their part to contribute to the Endore legacy in various ways. Many of her relatives had been leaders. Ptarmigan was admittedly lacking in that department, so when Tuwawi asked where she was from, she shrugged. “A little place in the steppes. My mom and dad were Alphas, but they were also alone. They didn't want me around when I got older.” Rodeo and Quail had expected their daughter to be ambitious and seek their throne, having been the sole survivor, but they couldn't have been more wrong.

“So I've wandered most of my life. Can't say I intend to stop.” Something big would have to happen for her to truly stop ranging. Opportunity would have to knock on her door as an incentive to stick around anywhere... Or, in her case, slap her in the face. Ptarmigan wasn't a terribly hard worker, after all.