Sunset Valley New Arrival

Lane's brow wrinkled in confusion. A wolf who didn't like groups? What sort of nonsense was that?

"You're a wolf, Calida. Whether you know it or not, you are meant to be a part of a group. It's in your blood." 

Lane was surprised to hear herself sounding rather like Auntie Rue, giving out unsolicited advice like that. 

"..And anyway, how will you ever taste fresh caribou if you don't take a chance on hunting with a group?" The larger the prey, the better the taste. This was known. 

The woman again insisted it just wasn't for her, and asked instead where she could find water. 

Oh well. Lane sighed. You couldn't win them all. 

"Keep traveling east through the valley, and then turn south when you get past the glacier. That'll get you to the Whitebark Stream."  A pause, and she added, "If you change your mind about the group thing, you're welcome at the glacier." There. She was done. She wouldn't pester the poor, antisocial woman any further.