Neverwinter Forest The Last Stage

Simmik committed the name and description to memory. She must have been out of the territory when this happened. She thought it was a good thing that Markus was there, even if she didn't like him very much. Some wolves are dumb I guess, she said first with a shake of her head. I'll make sure to keep an eye out for her, she assured Mal. She wondered what it was about this forest that attracted trespassers. It seemed like a more common occurrence than it should be. But when it came down to it, she didn't have much to compare with. There wasn't much she could do about it anyway except be vigilant in her patrols. 

Well, where I was living in the mountains, we had trouble with prey too, she offered. I wonder if there is anywhere we would even be able to go that would be different. If they had trouble in Diaspora and they had trouble here, then she was willing to bet they would have trouble anywhere. I would move if that's what you want, but I kind of like it here, she admitted with a shrug. She had grown fond of the forest and the idea of growing a pack here. But if he thought they should move, then who was she to argue with that. If it comes to that, then yeah, I think we'll know.