Whitebark Stream I make mountains out of stones

With him she shared that the territory was familiar to her, and he found himself wondering what it was that made her seek to resettle. While his family clung to traditions set by their Russian-born relatives, untouched by the world beyond their kin, the Golden prince had learned so many different ways of life beyond the one he'd been born to. A desire to lead, perhaps? Reproduce? Or simply a fresh start?

His gaze studied Dawn's gentle features as she spoke directly to him of her intention to claim, and he admired her determination. It seemed her recruits were increasing swiftly in number and she made a good effort of selling the idea of joining them, possibly without even trying.

"I passed through here once before," he said, "after I was seperated from the pack I ran with - when the earth began to shake." Lost Creek was no more, he'd been disappointed to find, but he liked to imagine fate had severed him from Terance and his wolves for a reason. "For now I wander, though I do not wish to roam forever."