The Sentinels Somewhere only we know

brisbane finds the idea of being able to challenge for ranks exciting but then again, it's the nature of the pack he'd been raised into. he doesn't know any different. he struggles to imagine a pack that didn't allow that sort of transition through ranks. he supposes that they probably existed — surely not everyone enjoyed the aspect of wondering if their rank was the next to be called into challenge. brisbane. he replies when she asks for his name. he takes the information she offers: that she was born here in these woods — before it got to be this state he's sure — and that she resides with another pack not too far from here. he isn't sure what he's meant to do with the information, vague though it is.

what's your pack like? he asks figuring it's probably his turn to ask her something. his curiosity is only because he's not one to rush a decision and figures it wouldn't hurt to try to siphon what information he could about the packs in these wilds. he knows that eventually he'll have to make some kind of decision but he's in no real rush: he might be a bit underweight but far from malnourished.