Blackbeak Bluff And I'll never be alone

The notion of leaving Drageda still made no sense to Sequoia, even as Wraen explained that she had sort of followed in the footsteps of her siblings. Dalia and Sirio had left, but Sequoia still could not imagine doing as much. Leaving Momma Portia and Daddy Dio seemed downright crazy. She decided right then and there that she would be like Blixen and Artaax and stay wherever she was born. This piebald girl would not leave home, no matter what.

Blixen and Artaax stayed, Sequoia noted skeptically. They had stayed, and it had been good for them. Blixen was the Commander now, and Artaax was also well-respected. Sequoia did wish to be well-respected, she knew that much. Leaving home did not sound like a good way to do that. In fact, it seemed like it would be quite the opposite. The adults did not seem to like it when wolves left, although Thur had been a markedly different story. She’d had a reason to go, and Sequoia had always assumed she would be back at some point. She did not remember the Heda very well, but she did know Drageda belonged to the mysterious strong woman.

I guess it’s okay if other wolves wanna leave, since sometimes we let others live with us. They gotta come from somewhere. Other wolves leaving their homes was fine. She wasn’t too keen on the wolves of Drageda leaving, though. It was the Very Best Place. Why would anybody ever want to leave?