Ankyra Sound Dancing on the Edge

At the wolf's confirmation of the rumors she internally sighs in relief. Now she won't have to worry about seeming stupid in front of this male. His gaze returns to her then, and she resists the urge to meet his golden eyes. A prickling sensation crawling along the back of her neck indicates that her hackles are rising. Trying not to appear hostile, she gives him a small smile while inside she fights the instinct to challenge him. This Outrider position is turning out to be rather challenging, Rain notes.

A description of the pack's internal workings from the grey male brings forth several questions from Rain. "Female dominated? And males as puppets?" Bewildered, she requests further information by asking, "What does that signify, exactly?" Never before has she heard of the like. A pack, though not on equal terms between ranks, treated male and females the same. Never was one above the other simply because of their gender. The laws of this pack come off as rather preposterous to her.

Flicking an ear, she barely catches what he whispers to himself, but can't comprehend the full meaning of his words. His longing to leave stirs a familiar feeling of disgust. Several wolves have confessed leaving or wanting to leave their packs on her venture causing her to question the Wilds. The pack she had grown up in outside of this area had never once lost a member, nor had anyone ever considered leaving, and only once had they taken in a loner. The reason she is here now was forced upon her, not choosen. Every day she desperately wishes to be back in her homeland. Though in the case of this grey wolf's pack, she can't blame him for wanting to leave. I would help him, she decides then. Even though it goes against everything that I believe in.