Whitefish River Feed me Seymour

She nodded, excitement showing in her storm grey eyes as she thought of how close the pack was to becoming official. She could see the hunger that glistened in the lone wolf's eyes. And judging by his size, he liked to eat. She tilted her head, observing him.

Would it be good to have a wolf so food motivated in the pack? she thought. But then again, a wolf of his size would definitely be intimidating.

"Yeah, the pack of Whitewater Gorge." she explained. "And this will be considered part of the territory, so wolves not pledged to the pack will be chased off." she warned, her eyes turning serious as she ignored the part of life being boring. With her plans, life would be anything but boring.