Morningside Cuesta I've often wished I could walk away from myself

While the view was lost on the blinding male, the atmosphere of hope and togetherness was not. He knew that he didn't know all of these wolves very well, but it felt good that they were out there. That a journey had brought them together and that a journey had seen them to this place.

"Let's stay for a while," Grayday suggested, looking back at his companions. Mainly, he looked toward Sylvas, who was the head over his own household. "There'll be fish in the river and pheasants in the trees - and I thought I could smell burrows last night, a few miles back from here." They would leave when they realized that a pack of wolves had decided to stay, but that was the beauty of it. If the herds didn't stay, neither would they. Grayday and his companions, without the weight of a pack behind them, could simply follow the herds as they saw fit. There was no alpha to stop them.