Blacktail Deer Plateau I'd Rather Not

Fox grinned, remembering how young she had been when she had fancied Njal. Of course, the moment she'd realized he was already—ahem—taken, he had lost his appeal. “Many girls seek a stronger, more stable wolf like yourself,” replied Fox. Settling down with somebody her own age likely would have been acceptable to Fox, and yet she had always been drawn more strongly to the older ones. Haunter was no yearling, and Peregrine had already spent a year raising children.

“The young ones are often fickle and hot-headed,” she said, realizing that she, too, fell into this category. Not all of them had the same fiery spirit, but Fox had grown to notice that the younger they were, the less they felt they had to lose. Njal was stable, stoic, and cautious. Razo, on the other hand, had always been a bit of a spitfire. The yearlings that she'd been drawn to had either left or not been quite as desirable to her. Not that she would have outright denied a younger mate than Peregrine, but the older ones... there was something about them.