Blacktail Deer Plateau Dissolving the seeds of a moment

Zombie shrugged at her pack mate's praise, though it was of the "Aw, shucks," variety than her typically apathetic interactions with Pied. "We can definitely use the extra this winter," she agreed. Although the yearling didn't quite like the bloated feeling she always got after eating, she was notably more pleasant—even if her demeanor remained a bit flatter than most other wolves. She remained in silence as Pied (who was normally talkative, by Zombie's standards) seemed to stare off into space for several heartbeats, not seeming to notice that anything was particularly unusual.

When the white female spoke again, moving to sit in a more conversational position, Zombie sighed wistfully, "I miss the forest. It doesn't feel the same here..." In fact, it seemed happier here. She missed the shadows, the eerie calls of foxes, the mist that clung to the conifers. Had they been closer, Zombie might have confided this in Pied—but it was likely to raise more questions, and tarnish Zombie's already unfriendly aura. She hadn't been exactly pleased to leave the land Bon Dye had claimed, so perhaps the simple admission she did give wouldn't be taken too negatively.

"How about you?" she queried back politely, wondering what her pack mates kept themselves occupied with.