"it is called Magnolia Glen. It's a nice enough pack." She answered him, shaking out her fur slightly as she stepped away from the dead prey and begun cleaning herself of any mess on her fur. It was as pristine as always, expext for the slight mess on it for the fact she just had been eating. Not that she minded, as it was to happen."Tell me, what pack was it that my brother was in? How big was it?" Neoma was curious to know the pack that would accept her worthless brother into it. Surely it was merely for his strength? She honestly had no idea how anyone could see her brother and see him as a protector of anything. He was far too shy and weak in her opinion. He'd run at the first sign of danger before even thinking of protecting any others.
What she didn't know was he was slowly getting more confident and was slowly falling in love, which gave him even greater strengthen then she would ever dream of having.