Whitefish River she's a bad mama jama

It made sense that Evergreen had his doubts, no matter how small or insignificant. He was heading a decent sized group and from what it sounded like, this was only his first time. Dulce listened patiently, noticing his sweet smile and picking up on his rushed add-on, though she chose not to acknowledge it directly. There’s plenty of good leaders who never planned it. Stuff happens, yeah? 

Most of the wolves were still strangers to Dulce. Eventually, she’d make more of an effort to meet them. You picked a good spot, she said, giving Evergreen a nod of respect, No packs are nearby, really. Means there’s not competition. The Blackfeather wolves were the closest that she’d could think of, but even they had their own known claim. Being alone was probably for the best, especially with such an inexperienced leader.