Sawtooth Spire wild kids

Maybe he couldn’t bring himself to ask her, but Heda could make the suggestion herself. His lips parted in surprise when she elaborated, leftover bits of snow crumbling from his paw, forgotten.

Really? Are you sure? he had to ask, even though the last thing Caracal wanted to do was talk her out of it. So he added, I don’t necessarily plan to go far away or anything. I might not even leave the area. I just don’t want to tie myself down to a pack anymore. I want to be free to wander, without worrying I’m being a disappointment and a failure…

His eyes had dropped to his nimble red paws, though now they flicked up to Heda’s face. Did that make any sense? Did she understand?