Wapun Meadow Tiny Flower Swaying in Your Palm

Sure, that sounds fine to me. c:

The second she spoke of a home, of a pack, Alastor's ears were perked and intent on listening. He wanted to join a pack, and what better an idea than to join one that held his new found friend? It was a big decision for him, and he know he would need to think it over a bit more, but in the moment he saw no downside. If he were to join the Bypass, then he could see Crëyr often, and also wouldn't have to track her down come Spring. "I will be sure to consider it," the boy told her, returning a wider version of the friendly smile. "Which direction does your pack lay? So I know where to go if I choose to join." The yearling would surely join her pack, but didn't want to say that right away. He didn't want to seem too eager, or appear as if he was ready to just blindly follow the female.

It would be a great thing, to officially join a pack. He'd stopped saying he belonged to the one he was born into around when he was taken, having seen no reason to hold onto something he'd never see again. Still, though, the memory of it lived on, having not yet been abandoned and left to wilt and fade away. "Yes, they are," he agreed, his smile having lessened a bit, but still lingered on his maw. He had worked hard to keep his memories of home alive and well, even when he'd been stressing over finding a way to escape the pen he'd been locked away in. What he recalled of that time in his life was something he didn't really wish to remember, but knew he had to if only to prevent it from ever happening again.