The monochrome woman wondered if she would have spent this amount of time getting to know the wolves of Oak Tree Bend if she would have had a similar opinion about leaving them. While she still felt a tie to her former home, she hardly knew any of the wolves that remained and those she did know maintained a strain in their relationship. Never the less, Jessie knew if she was given the option to leave the wolves of Wild Rye Fields she would never be able to, even if it meant her own demise. They all upheld the values she expected with the packs she had been in and now she was finally experiencing her expectations.

Reyes was so bluntly honest. It brought a kind of relief to Jessie, to know that he just couldn’t really filter himself – at least in front of her. Such a thing would certainly get him in trouble in any meeting with their neighbors, especially if it wasn’t going their way. The man’s comment about not being a good medic or scout brought a small smirk on the pepper-and-salt colored woman’s face. He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Despite these setbacks, Reyes was still a man of many talents. While teachers were always useful, Jessie was not quite sure she wanted the opinionated man around her children quite so often, especially if his mate was around too – that just spelled out disaster. Jessie’s jaws parted, “We could always use a hunter. It would be nice to have someone else searching for herds and ensuring the caches are refilled.”