Bramblepoint of the end of the world,

Pleased with his compliance, she settled down with paws placed across the man. Lacking any sort of gentle nature, her head leaned down to pluck away at the thorns. With the pointy ends implanted in poor Cole, her job was rather easy.

"You understand, then." She grinned. "My birth pack adopted such beliefs - they had me on my paws as soon as I could walk. We followed the birds."

Her tail waved gently, pleased with the memories. "You miss out on so much more settled in one place while you're young - friends, prey, territories."