Grouse Thicket Odysseus has arrived at Ithaca

No way! Looks like I have to teach you how to be slick, sis. Maia replied with a laugh, clearly kidding.  There was no way she was sneakier than Wraen with her size (and proclivity towards bad luck also).  Her ears pinned back at the screech too, but she ignored it and continued to listen. It wasn't close.

She liked the sound of Wildfire, and traveling was getting old.  She'd liked some of the wolves she'd met on the coast, but the place Wraen was talking about wasn't that far.  And the offer, that she could leave anytime she wished to and not suffer any repercussions, made it too good to pass up.

Why was she hesitating?

She sounds awesome, and I definitely think you should go. Maia said enthusiastically, then paused.  She'd thinned out too, and despite her cheerfulness, the last month had worn on her a tad.  It would be nice to be in a pack.

I think I just feel bad joining any pack that isn't Terance's, she admitted with a smile.  But he wouldn't care, right? I want to go visit him soon.  Maybe I could do that first thing.  

The last part wasn't a question, but she was a bit unsure.  If we are free to leave we'd be free to travel a lot too, right?  There was the question.