Tuktu Weir Wearing a warning sign

I wanted to see the ocean, he replied simply but bluntly. His mother had told him about the ocean, vaguely, when he was a child. He remembered her deep velvetty voice speaking of water so vast that one could see nothing beyond it but the sky. just keep going west, he had told himself, when the winter brought hunger and then when the summer grew cruel with the heat, and he had wanted to simply lay down and die. 

No, he had to see the ocean.

He listened intently as she described her pack, ears cupped forward politely. His tail waved at his heels. "regardless of ties?" he repeated, seeking clarification. Ties to whom, he wondered. Perhaps there was some drama going on amongst the packs of the wilds; it was the only thing he could think of. He did, however, like what she had said about Kingslend being a family pack, one which "accepted others," as the pretty she-wolf had put it.