Blacktail Deer Plateau There is a light; there is a fire

He shrugged at the question. Most nights, yes, he replied, not seeing any reason to lie. He continued walking again, motioning for his new packmate to follow. I have trouble sleeping most nights, especially since the bear attack, he added, anger flooding his expression at the memory. He supposed it may not have been the best idea to let their new packmate know about the bear attack so soon, but he might as well know now, that way he could still leave if he wanted to. 

He stopped to mark a tree, unable to stop himself from the habit. He wanted there to be no mistaking this area and the wolves in it were claimed. The longer they lived here and the longer there were wolves under his protection, the more territorial he got. It had been even worse lately, and when his nightmares and headaches kept him up at night, he often found himself doing things to comfort his mind's anxieties. 

They soon neared the dens and the alpha came to a stop. He fixed his gaze on Siqsa and lifted his head towards the dens. This is where we all have our dens. Feel free to chose whichever one you'd like, he explained. There's a place in the mountain just north of here that I really like if you're interested in seeing it, he asked, waiting to move forward.