Deepwood Weald I've got a wildcard up my sleeve

In the beat between her rhymed greetings, Meerkat noticed that Maia was snatching at sticks. That made her think again of the prior night, with Bronco swiping at foxes in trees. Her gaze skirted upward but she saw no signs of prey in the branches today. Snorting a quiet laugh, her eyes dropped back to see the joyful look on her old pack mate's face as she asked after the youngster.

"Yeah, it's not far from here, back that way," she replied, motioning toward the slope in the distance to the south. "Things are good!" Meerkat added, which was largely true despite her recent spates of emotional malaise. Even as the words left her mouth, she suddenly remembered how Wraen and Arcturus had reacted to hers and Bronco's decision to go to Moonspear and couldn't help but wonder if Maia shared their reservations. It didn't seem like it.

"How about you? My mom said you and Wraen and Arcturus decided to travel together," the youth said, eyes shining brightly with intrigue, naturally. She bet every single day was an adventure. "What's it like?" Meerkat wondered, trying to imagine not really having a home or a pack. She couldn't decide if it sounded more amazing or nerve-wracking, though hopefully Maia would share her experiences to shed some light on the matter.