But Larkspur was right: instead of wondering where Spieden would fall they should actually bring the idea up with her. Sahalie chewed on her lip, a little concerned with the thought of broaching the topic. She wasn't sure if she was ready for this whole thing to be really real, though maybe it already was. Her ears flopped about. Spieden had been her only reason for coming up here, and it felt hypocritical to just abandon her... but at the same time Sahalie could not abandon her dreams either. What if they were looking around in the south east and Serach saw her again? Would he call her a feckless coward?
If four was enough, then four was enough. Sahalie was not opposed to looking around for more wolves, though, as they searched the Vale for a place to settle. "Alright," she said, waving her tail cautiously behind her, "I'll talk to Spieden. We should plan on leaving...." But when? The snows were merciless, but she hated it here so much. "Soon. We'll find the right time." In her mind she heard the critical echo of Serach's voice: "If there's a right way to do it, I haven't heard of it yet." There had to be something she cold do. Things would work out.