Lost Creek Hollow The number of places in paradise is limited.

She pressed on to explain their recent misfortune in greater detail, openly sharing with him her distaste for the wolves who'd wronged her. Artyom thought solemnly of his own family, recalling the tension and sorrow among them following his own announcement of his intention to disperse. Did they speak ill of him in his absence, considering the high expectations they once had of him? Despite the pain that every day in Timiryazevskaya without Anastasia brought him?

The goodness in him wanted to believe that his new leader's previous friends had good reason to relocate, as he did, but he was reluctant to ruffle her proverbial feathers. The ghost remained quiet, listening and frowning thoughtfully, until she presented him an opportunity to weigh in. "It is unfortunate that they left you behind, as opposed to inviting you along," the blonde wolf decided to say, "we can rebuild though, yes?"

He hoped his inclusion of "we" would solidy that he, at least, had no plans on taking leave.