Lost Creek Hollow In the dead of Night

As Sorscha began moving toward the woods, he stood, stretched, and followed her. She was good company; this was a rare admission for him. Taikon nodded, agreeing with, that's true, you do meet a lot of people. He recalled his days of sticking in and around Riding Mountain. He hadn't met many apart from the one off individuals who joined the pack later on. Most of the Farukans were born and raised on the mountain. The plebs had strict, but allowed breeding rights.
If he hadn't ventured beyond the immediate territories, he would never have encountered Cella at all. He pushed this thought away.
No one to tell us what to do or where to go, he said, grinning boyishly. Or who to love, he thought sadly. It's a nice bit of freedom, he said, tail waving to and fro as he moved.