Haunted Wood don't fall asleep at the helm

Yuelong. The pack moniker sounded something exotic and unfamiliar. What sounded even more peculiar is how Yuelong was based on an island of all territories. Zsuzsa only experienced the concept of “island” if there was an isle of land in the middle of a lake. Those islets didn’t have a large enough radius for a full pack of wolves to thrive upon. Her black ears flicked forward, with her head tilting to the side some. ”If you don’t mind me asking… how many are ranked with Yuelong?” The connection wasn’t linking in her mind. Then again, the Mackenzie never experienced a true island, not to mention the sea itself.
 
In truth, Zsuzsa enjoyed the solitude. Even when she was bound to serve amongst ranks, she always slinked away in the shadows to her own isolation. If she were to be blessed with better genetics in size and strength, perhaps the loner way of life would be better maintained. To her delight, she had been headed in the right direction toward many packs according to the fiery male before her. Offering proposition to share the knowledge he knew, Zsuzsa’s tail swayed behind her in appreciation and her head lifted higher on her slender neck. ”Well… I can fight. I can provide high-priority protection for others in exchange for food and shelter.” Zsuzsa shared her combative skill as that was what she did best. It didn’t really answer his question though because Zsuzsa didn’t know what she truly wanted in a pack yet. The bare minimum of survival was food and shelter for now. She would just be happy with larger prey options and a warm, dry den she wouldn’t have to leave so hastily from.
 
The brilliant hued male then said a word that was completely foreign to her ears. Beach. The sable colored female remained silent for a moment, contemplating what it could mean. It was an odd word and couldn’t really place it with anything she experienced in her life up until this point. After a lengthy pause, she shook her head. ”I… am actually not sure what a ‘beach’ is?” His sheepish smile made her also smile shyly. Her soft sable ears lowered some in an apologetic manner for not knowing better.