Golden Glade It rips you to shreds.

She felt a little crestfallen at the latter part of his statement: "...just the way I like it." Sugar took that to mean he preferred his nomadic ways and wouldn't be interested in joining the Firebirds. Before she gave up on the notion entirely, she would feel it out a bit more, though ultimately, she didn't fancy herself any kind of recruiter.

But she was nothing if not ready to lend a hand. And though he wasn't part of her pack, Sugar had made her offer sincerely. Even as she weighed his last few words, she resumed her sniffing, now tuning her senses toward signs of fauna rather than flora among the crusts of snow.

"You don't have a pack then?" she questioned as she trundled along. "Isn't that..." Sugar paused for a heartbeat, in search of the right word. "Difficult?"