Duck Lake and every day i'd save a quarter of my pay

Thorn's words drew the young woman in and ignited a burning curiosity. Diaspora was so new, and already Thorn felt more kin to them than his own blood? What sort of trials had these wolves already been through, to have been knit together so quickly and thouroughly? 

Rue was certainly not faint of heart. She knew what it was to sacrifice for her pack's greater good, as Thorn did now. She had given up everything, everything for Red Fern Grove, even though there were easier paths she could have chosen. This conversation had brought up Ruenna's memories from her time with her birthpack not once, but twice now. Rue wondered what that could mean. She wondered a lot of things, in this moment. 

"What makes you say this of Diaspora?" she pressed further. "Do you live some kind of.. unique lifestyle?" What could that possibly mean, not for the faint of heart? She felt a little guilty for continuing to pepper Thorn with difficult questions when he was clearly struggling for words, but Ruenna's curiosity was an unstoppable force once the floodgates were opened.