Journey

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I don't plan to, Ptarmigan agreed, but that doesn't mean I won't. Should the right opportunity arise... She left it at that. The Endore wanderer had joined many a pack in her time, usually briefly and with false promises. She never stuck around longer than the end of winter. Her paws constantly itched for adventure, and she heeded them more readily than she'd ever heeded any Alpha. It required a strong touch to keep her tethered to a place, that was for sure.

She, too, noticed the changes in their surroundings. The type of tree in this area was different than those they had left behind. The soil underfoot felt firmer somehow, and the smell of the air differed as well. She never paid much attention to subtle details, but for once she did zone in on these things, considering them for a moment. Do you think there's a pack out here? she wondered aloud, unable to guess one way or the other herself. If nobody inhabited these mountains, she would be surprised. Their isolation was desirable.

You are one of the lucky ones, she claimed when Tuwawi revealed that she had rarely had trouble finding a place. I usually find a pack in need, but I never stay long. The road's call is too tempting, and the rewards of pack life too brief. Or perhaps she just had yet to find the right sort of pack. Her eyes scoured the mountains in the distance, and in response to Tuwawi's comment, she only smiled.