Blacktail Deer Plateau rolling rock

“The plateau?” Fox asked, though she did not wait for Kaihra to clarify, “None… that I know of. As you can imagine, I haven’t had time to meet the whole lot of my new comrades. Peregrine has made no mention of any announced departures, though it's always possible somebody slipped out without us noticing.” It was only when their scents dwindled that Fox was sure anybody had left her pack. Except, of course, in the cases where it was announced or they were taken from her. She thought of Bones, and how it would always bring a rather unpleasant feeling to her gut.

And even though nobody had strayed from the plateau to her knowledge, she did not expect that to be the final outcome. Large changes in a pack could often mean that some of them decided to disperse. “What made you decide on the plateau as your home, Kaihra?” Fox asked, merely curious. If she expected to trust Fox, the feeling would have to go both ways. The yearling had found that the easiest way to gain somebody's trust (and to give it) was to become more familiar with one another.