Silvertip Mountain i was the match and you were the rock

This seemed like a natural end point! Ciervo can follow her if you want their interaction to continue or we can end here. Thanks for the thread, it was fun!

So Ciervo was a lone wolf. She'd sort of suspected as much, but it was impossible to tell in the Wilds. Packs popped up on what seemed to be a monthly basis. Saena didn't know half the population of the area; she could tell a Stavanger Bay wolf and a Redhawk Caldera wolf from scent, but that was only due to familiarity. She knew of Swiftcurrent Creek because Fox had come from there. Otherwise, her knowledge was limited, and Ciervo could have belonged to any of the six other packs without her ever realizing it.

But he admitted to looking for a pack to join, and his next comment was too tempting for her to let slide so easily. "Well, it is the longest standing pack in the Wilds with some of the best leadership. It's in high demand." Bending her head lower over the leg she planned to bring home, Saena gave a crooked little smirk. "So no, it's not a one time offer, but... the sale ends soon."

Having said that, and silently hoping Ciervo would consider the Plateau, the patchy juvenile grasped the leg in her jaws, gave him one last teasing flick of her tail and a light smile of appreciation for his help, and then began to haul her load back down the mountain in the direction of home.