Ouroboros Spine Autumn winds have long since past.

Rodyn stayed watchful his eyes would alight upon her face, then back down. No outright staring, no shows of dominance. He knew better, his mother had taught him the meaning of the word Respect and he hoped to honor all she taught him, by staying as such. Rodyn didn't always act the smartest, he was a youth after all, but he had always been a bright child, and he used that to his advantage as the moon kissed she wolf continued to speak. 

"I'm in search of a new pack, too old for my parents pack. Perhaps I'll check out one of theirs." 

He followed her movements as she motioned towards the two areas where her sister and daughter lay claim. A soft lift of his ears. 

"I was raised in the forest, where the evergreen's grew tall, and the rivers danced along their roots, but those mountains. Well, they're certain picturesque. And perhaps new things should happen, though change isn't always good."

His dark lips pulled down in a frown as he thought on his quandary. It would serve me well to go to the mountains for something new, but forests are what I know. So the question becomes do i stick with what I know or go towards the new.

"Moonwoman can I ask you a question?"

Though she wasn't his mother, not even his friend, though perhaps he could change that. She had more years to his, more lines in her fur, and curvature. So, she had lived a longer life. And he wondered, was it good to go with the flow of things or shake it up.