Haunted Wood don't fall asleep at the helm

Zsuzsa nodded her head in understanding. Former ghosts, not of the paranormal kind, lingered from the Nightwalkers after all. Judging by the way the fiery male didn’t want to press further into the matter, it must have been compelling disbandment. The lone female would keep the former General of them in mind, should she encounter that individual on her travels in the near future. Breaking the traditions and lore of any pack was always an engaging subject to know what went wrong and not to mention, who was responsible for such a thing. From that, she let the topic drop.
 
The male noted the weather was unusual in other parts of these Wilds and led to the mislay of his pack members. Warring and death were different than wolves getting misplaced by substandard weather that was out of the realm of what their species were typically accustomed to. Zsuzsa showed a flash of sympathy toward him. ”When Mother Nature has the final word, it is difficult to understand why she would do such a thing to her children. If your members are like you, looks like they would be sturdy enough to endure.” She praised, giving a casual sway of her tail. ”If I happen to come across anyone, what pack should I keep in mind?” The Mackenzie was willing to keep an ear and eye out, not to mention this could allude further to a little more personal information about this male, as she mirrored his respect of not overly prying for information.
 
Hunting wasn’t as prime as this woodland promised. Her focus was fading regarding the pronghorn, more interested in this encounter for the time being. He was the first engaging and pleasant wolf she came across since leaving the warring packs, so she wanted to make the most of it. Questioning her motives, Zsuzsa decided for him, it wouldn’t hurt to be honest. ”I am traveling to seek protection within a pack.” Her eyes became troubled. ”It has been many moons on my own. It is about time to repurpose my roots.” It simply wasn’t sustainable living off the small mammals of the land but more so to protect herself from those who were after her. She may have been strong on her own accord but strength in numbers was what wolves thrived and survived off of.