Wapun Meadow Sweet Melody

It's alright to be nervous, Frederick pointed out. As long as you don't let such a feeling get the best of you. Have faith in your packmates, as they will look out for you. At least, that's what he had learnt from his home pack. To have trust in others, and then they, too, will trust you. He remembered his aunt for a moment. Her trust allowed him to escape. Lottie. He hoped she was okay.

Then, the flow of conversation was redirected onto him, and Frederick shuffled. I'm searching for someone, he said. Quite vaguely, too. There's a pack, Swiftcurrent Creek, and I believe that they may have information as to where he is. Normally, he wouldn't disclose his intentions so quickly: careful with who he believed he could and couldn't trust. But this girl exuded a shy, weary demeanor, and Frederick didn't think she'd be fond of his loud, over-confident brother.

Anyhow, he shook his head. Forgive me for over-sharing. In truth, you're one of the few I have yet to meet in these lands. May I consider you a friend, Milana? I won't be offended if you say 'no'. A point that was proven by a cheeky, almost charismatic grin. Toothy, but not in a threatening way.