Panther Park Then surely I'll do the same,

we can wrap after this or your next post if you want? :o

Even the assholes indeed; Finley could name a few. Still, whatever value for “significance” Orlaith was using, Finley didn’t share it; significant were the wolves who made waves, not lowly followers who kept their heads down and left without a word to their pledged.

Significant were wolves like Orlaith, who suddenly declared a move north with renewed purpose. Had her earlier talk cleared her head? On one hand, Finley had little intention of throwing herself into a new pack without ample forethought. On the other, scouting the area assumed ideal conditions, of which she had few. The rain, ever-ominous, promised little respite.

It wouldn’t hurt to follow, at least. If only for a short time.

With another dip of the head, an almost subordinate respect creeping in despite herself, Finley let Orlaith take the lead.