Whitefish River Merlot

"Not at present, no," Wraen shook her head lightly, though this was not the first time she answered this question, since she had departed from Firebirds. Occasionally that thought entered her mind and theoretically the were a very small pack, but she was nowhere ready to either be part of very structured and rigid group, nor she wished to take more responsibilities as that of just caring for herself and those two - three closest people that were travelling with her. Besides - all of them were adults, therefore she could count on them not getting lost or being kidnapped, or... whatever happened to kids, who wandered away. 

"This will be my fifth winter - I know the mistress well - and it is true on, what you say. The hardest part is still to come," she replied to Aliana's observation. "If it comes to being too difficult to bear, I am sure we will seek a home to join and therefore I will keep your welcome in mind," she dipped her muzzle politely to show her gratitude. "You are fairly traditional then in the pack management?" Wraen asked, realizing that she just could have made her inquiry less complicated. "The reason I am asking - I have met quite a few packs in my lifetime that adher to interesting traditions, even religions. Some are peculiar and some - downright scary," she said.