Lion Head Mesa prolixus

"no place suits me, slate."

but he was not her. and he would not know her own struggles.

"go where you think you will be most settled." he could not make the choice for her. neither of these packs seemed to invite those who were unsure. one bore violence. the other intrigue.

the eagle's face relaxed. he watched crowfeather. "as long as i know you, wherever you go, i will be grateful."

the trappings of a pack name did not matter when it came to honor.