Sawtooth Spire Adaptation

Kind wasn't exactly the word she'd used to describe it, but Brook was content enough to be allowed to stay with Mahler, Vylla, and the others. She did not have anywhere else to go, and it was likely that she would have perished without the support of a pack. Because they had allowed her to stay, she had not. When asked why she had joined them, Brook shrugged her shoulders gently.

I came across it, she said quietly. What about you? The other two packs she'd been a member of hadn't been her choice at all. She'd been born into Swiftcurrent Creek, which felt like a distant memory, and Tortuga's wolves had captured her when she'd strayed too far from home. Brook hadn't exactly sought out Diaspora, it had just been convenient.