Whitebark Stream Don't drag me along to your slaughterhouse.

Daylily smiled shyly at Artyom after his comment about holding her to her vow of catching him a fish. He seemed like a kind man, someone she could become friends with. Of course, she hoped that she would eventually be friends with everyone in Whitebark Stream.

He said he’d only been here since yesterday, and had only met Dawn and herself. “Well, there are lots of nice people here!” she told him, hoping to alleviate any fears he might have about the kind of people in the pack. “A girl named Kora is especially nice! We had a lovely conversation about the types of packs we came from before we came here.” Trying to bring the conversation back to Artyom, she asked, “What sort of place did you come from?”