Silvertip Mountain dark clouds

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This inconsistency in the resident packs was all the more reason for her to be wary of joining a pack. It seemed that too often she heard of them coming and going without cause, or, similarly, members expressing their vague dismay over their pack's health as she had once with Bon Dye. Even despite the winter's harshness, and how cold and lonesome it was at times, how could she pledge her steadfast loyalty to wolves so shifting as these?

So she continually hoped she would find her fellows somewhere, for some had to be different than the rest before them. Hm, it seems to be so, she replied with a thoughtful sigh and idle shift of her tail. The new generation of vagabonds was not a title she had sought for herself and yet, here it was, an oddly fitting designation for her.. and him as well, apparently.

Amekaze found she could relate, but he added something else, enough to make her curious. It is a good place. My travels stalled in this area -- they drew me and and have not sent me away, exactly, either.. She exhaled. Truth be told, she could not say why exactly. But, she had never seriously considered creating her own home if she never found one. There were the occasional times when she wondered if it would be easier that way. You say again? she quipped with an arching brow, looking to pry just a little more if she could.