Blackfoot Forest Step by Step

He indulged her more than she'd expected, but then, he seemed the type who would. She listened anyway, grateful he trusted her enough to share. Their pack struck no new chord with Andalusia; she had encountered many like them, and she stashed this piece of information with the mosaic of the Caldera she was forming in her head. If she felt familiar with anything, it was that family was everything. So life had been with the Stalikkah's, where kinship stretched deeper than blood.

His next revelation caused a stir of discomfort, but her walls remained strong. His desires were nothing new to young wolves, but she cautioned herself against encouraging him too far. Even if he was foolish, he seemed strong and sensitive. No doubt he'd find someone to share his life with, yet there was always the chance he would end up alone. Then there was the matter of the death he spoke of, though she couldn't discern how that fit into his musing. "Sounds like your pack really cares for you." She petered to a pregnant pause, her thoughts thick and loud. She couldn't hold silent on this, and she eyed him before raising her voice again. "Though what will you do if you don't find someone to take as your mate?" She didn't know how loaded the question was, but Andalusia wasn't about to let that stop her from asking.