Nightingale listened to all around her speak. Her focus drifted to the scent of moose, and at the mention if it her ears perked. Nightingale knew the lone wolves needed it more than she, they were lone wolves, after all, and such opportunities could save ones life. Particularly with the impending winter. All introduced themselves, and as they all shared names, she hummed her own: Nightingale! And listened on. Only one of the three admitted interest in joining a pack, and she peered to her male companion. Truth be told, he might be of more help here than she; her own standing in her pack was new, and while the leader she knew was fair and great, well, she wasn't sure what was in her bounds.



Still. I live far from here. I'm new in my own pack, so I do not know that I can promise your acceptance; the leader I know is fair and kind, and should you speak with her I think that she would permit you to run with us, so long as she finds your interaction to the standard she upholds her pack. Nightingale looked at the raven she-wolf, ears perked atop her head. Nightingale felt if the other could pull her weight and do as any wolf could do, she would be alright. The other—Moonshadow, she would soon learn—seemed like a good wolf, and Nightingale knew she could learn plenty about her on the long journey home if the other wished to join her. She glanced to the male who lived nearer. He might be able to promise more than she, and more than that he lived nearer. It would be more convenient for Moonshadow, but Nightingale would have felt rude not extending the opportunity when the other had asked.


This Autumn woman was content to listen, for the most part. She seemed sheepish and anxious, and Nightingale tilted her head. What about you guys? Girls???? Not interested in pack life? Winter approaches. It's a fatal time, for those on their own. Surely they knew that, but if not, Nightingale was unabashed in informing them, her tone the furthest thing from jocular. It was said not to be cruel, but to assist; there were two pack wolves here who might be able to help them, if they, too, were willing to ask. But maybe they did not desire it; she, in the beginning, had not after all. But it was a smart decision she made; her belly was full, her heart filling around {but not into} the strangest void she had ever known, and her soul—while still stuck in its search—content.

Autumn's comment brought a quirk to her brow. Ah, what? The songbird took a {mental} step back and licked her chops, elaborating in case the other hadn't understood. I wouldn't take you into the territory; we'd wait at the borders, for sure. If you ever entered a territory alone, yeah, probably that would happen... I mean, it's trespassing. The other had to understand that that evil alone was a necessary one; and it was not evil, truly, as the wolves were protecting their land, their caches, and if any were had, their young. There was no greater cause for violence than that. It went against everything in her to wish to trespass; those mistakes more often than not were fatal. But if you're on the borders for a fair reason, like, say, joining or sent on a scouting quest or something... that's not trespassing. It all truly depended on situation, too. Enemy packs might not be so keen to not attack said enemy on their border.



At the others admittance, 'Gale nodded. I'm from a River pack, and that was the extent of what she would say. The Caldera had instilled in her the idea of less is more when it came to giving out pack intelligence. More often than not, they pressed, others could use it against you. While the songbird believed the best in everyone she could appreciate that mindset; better to not even chance putting her pack at risk. She looked to Kajika and smiled fondly, her tail waving. Whatever you guys decide is cool with me. But I think everyone should eat first, lest the bears catch the same wind, nevermind other carnivores. With that the songbird turned toward the moose; for good reason she did not pause. Already the bears seemed to catch whiff of this interesting thing, and eagles had descended upon it to pick at it.

The question about his pack was one that he didn’t answer too lightly since he didn’t want to share too much information about his pack with anyone. He could however share its name at the very least, “I’m from a pack called Fallen Tree Cove,” he told, “And I think that is smart, weighing your options,” he added looking directly at Autumn. He was starting to wonder that perhaps this girl might not be as bad off as he thought, “It is after all what I did when I was in the same position as you.” He gave Moonshadow a nod in response to her stating it was nice to meet them.

Nightingale brought the moose up once more stating that she thought that they should all eat before one of the other predators took advantage of the carcass before they could. He returned her smile, “We should get going then,” she said to her before starting off in the direction the scent had come from keeping an eye on what the bears were doing and his other on the rest of the wolves with him. He wanted to make sure that they all had a chance to get something to eat before he left them.[/dohtml]