Noctisardor Bypass boy or man

A quiet pack. Good. And pups to ensure future generations. Ellora cared not for pups herself—they irritated her with their endless noise and questions—but their existence was reassuring. An alliance with another pack was a boon, as well, though she hoped the extra numbers would not be needed. She carried no lust for war.

“I do not know the word farmwork,” she said. “But I know planting. Healers in my previous pack had little patches of medicinal herbs. I do not know the healing arts, or even if this is what you mean, but I will learn what I can if it means I can stay. I wish only for peace and stability. Is this agreeable?” She paused, thinking this had been too easy. “I will tell you more of myself if you wish it, though I have no urge to speak of the past.”