Coconut Grove better follow me towards, downtown

"Colonized...?" she repeated, probably stupidly. Then his meaning clicked and her silver eyes went a little wider. "You mean, like, start a pack?"

Before even giving him a chance to respond, Bat's eyes glazed over as she considered it. She wanted to like the idea, simply because it was Tristan's, but all sorts of misgivings surfaced. Bat didn't mind sharing their little slice of paradise—more wolves should check out this place—but she had no designs on leadership. The idea actually made her anxious. She also wanted to be able to move freely, coming and going as she pleased, even if the grove served as a headquarters of sorts; responsibilities outside of scouting did not suit her particularly well.

His words from a moment ago echoed in her head: "Can I be honest with you, pup?" She chewed her lip even as her eyes cleared. She captured her friend's gaze and replied, "I'm not sure what I think about that, honestly. Would I have to, like, lead?"