Huh.
It never occurred to Kyna that most wolves might want all of those things. Most of them only occurred to her once she’d left Oak Tree Bend – as a girl, her wants and needs were so simple. A full belly, a warm place to sleep, a friend to talk to, all these things seemed so small, and yet, so very important. Some kind of love – that middle plagued her. The last one hadn’t crossed her mind (yet), but that first one… It was finally starting to click in the young Argyris’ brain why a wolf might want to lead her own pack and control her own destiny. So long had she been at the mercy of others, now.
Still. Such wants did not excuse her mother’s horrid behavior.
But she was being rude, not answering Gen’s questions. “I grew up on the plateaus – we left when my father died. But the forests never felt like home to me, I suppose, so I am going to live the only place that ever felt right. It’s only a matter of finding other wolves who feel similarly, I suppose…or at the very least, friends who do not find the idea of mountain living to be distasteful. I knew a few, but… It is winter. I know it’s a very ambitious plan.” Kyna allowed herself a small smile. “I still have much to do. But I will never get anything done if I never start.”