Blacktail Deer Plateau Mama said, burn your biographies

Leaving opened the door to a world of opportunities, it seemed. Not only was it a way to meet new people but, at times, it could also be a way to bring new faces into the pack—or to associate with those that called the nearby territories home, should he wish to do so. In fact, based on what she told him, it might be best for them if he did seek out meetings with the neighbours—neighbours that, in all honesty, he could not be sure if they had or not. “Do we have neighbours?” he asked next, a touch of concern in his voice. If they did, would that mean he wasn’t doing enough by not knowing about them? Actually, he knew they had at least one neighbour, in the mountains! He recalled the falling wolf and her claim to have a home—although, he never did get the name of the wolf or her home, so he didn’t really know how close they were. But he knew they were there, somewhere, and that was a start.

Rosalyn then spoke of seconds and ranks being given, rather than taken; for someone that could really only remember the challenges that kept Rusalka alive and no gifting of ranks, the thought amazed him. If he had a second, then he would be able to explore more of the territories surrounding their home—he could meet the neighbours and seek out those looking for a home, as well as make it known that they were there. The thought was more than appealing, and he was fairly certain he knew who could be his second—“Do you want to be my second?” he asked. She seemed to know a lot about this type of stuff, so who could be better suited than her? Between her and Erzulie, Aningan was convinced that the pair knew everything, and having even half of that knowledge would to wonders.