Seaside Moors But it's clear out here

Aningan assured him that he wouldn't be hated.
He found it hard to believe himself thinking of it, but he knew what it was like. He'd felt it.

Rowan gave the polar wolf a smile, grateful for the reassurance.
All he wanted was to know he still had friends here, and Tundra wasn't outed for sticking with him.
He would miss the wolves here and certainly would visit them again.
His tail wagged at all these thoughts.

The next question didn't faze him.
"Yes, I'm going to Blackfeather, and perhaps make a pack of my own," he smiled, hoping that Aningan would be at least ok with this. "That way I don't need to rely on others for protection."
Like you, he nearly tagged on but thought against it. Then he thought what he'd said sounded weak and shrewd, but kept his mouth shut, quietly cursing himself.