"That sounds wonderful" the small wolf said, a soft grin forming
on her slender muzzle. Her chocolate eyes looked to the clouded sky
for a moment, and she could not help but wonder what it was like to
be a leader of a pack. Her mother and father had, and they were
quite exceptional. Feeling a pang of regret for leaving them, she
immediatly shrugged away her daydreaming.
"How soon do you plan on doing this?" she asked, head
tilting slightly in a questioning manner. Her tail was now sway-
ing to and fro. "And... sorry for askin'...but what about your
old pack? What will they think? Don't want ya gettin' any more
wounds...." she said this in a concerned fashion, but at her
last sentence, a bit of teasing intertwined with her tones.
"If a man knows anything, he ought to die with it in him."