Nova Peak Mind,

So she did want to stay longer. Perhaps permanently. Fate. Taikon drew in a deep breath. He didn't used to believe in fate. The more recent, continuously negative events in his life had started to convince him that he was indeed cursed, and it was fate that followed him. It was fate that made his friends leave him or die, and fate that broke his life apart whenever he felt remotely stable. He nodded.
Sure, I grew up on a mountain, so this is familiar I suppose, he said, although the mountain homes had truly nothing in common. It's nice not to have to scrounge for food quite as often, he continued, looking rather knowingly at her. Surely she was also enjoying the stability of hunting that came with pack life. If ever they were hungry and they didn't manage to catch anything in a day, there were almost always full caches available thanks to the pack's hunters.