Otatso Wetlands tatarmoon

Thyme was glad that he wasn't ridiculed for his wariness of the ocean. He dipped his head gratefully It wasn't that he was fearful of it, but he was wary. It was a completely different landscape too. One where hunting, and way of life was very different. The creatures that lived there had no similarities with the ones he knew. Maybe one day he would join a pack that was tied to the ocean, but now it felt too much out of his comfort zone.

Really? His interest had been instantly peaked. He quirked up his lips. Would you mind to tell me more about it? Some were very closed about their way of life, and perhaps Gavrel was one of them. It wasn't something that offended him, he was a curious wolf and sometimes others disliked that or thought he was nosy. He had been told off once for asking too many questions. Then he had felt embarrassed, now he could only laugh about it. He was still young but then he had been really young with asking so many 'whys' and 'hows'.

Yes, it has crossed my mind. But sometimes I did feel a little distance between me and the original pack members to really settle somewhere. It all depends really. I don't want to overstay my welcome. Thyme had experienced that at one pack, then he had only stayed for a month or so. Another he had stayed for more than half a year. The last pack I joined disband so there was also not an option to stay he explained. It had been sad to see a pack of wolves struggling. I guess that is part of life, but I do have family in this region so perhaps I run into my own family one day. It would be nice to see them again.