Shadowstorm listened carefully. "Ah, I see, it's not the way I was raise." She started. "I was raised to take care of myself. I was born to a family of Lone Wolves who despised packs, but it just wasn't me. I didn't understand why they hated packs so much. They called it weakness, so I ran because I knew they were wrong. Now, here I am I guess." She said, it wasn't her true history, but it's the way she felt she should have went. She now felt she shouldn't have embraced the lessons, but she should have gone against them. "Thank you, I understand now. If you two would like any help, I know it will be hard for only two wolves to haul a deer somewhere. I can help if you'd like." She had dropped the rabbit so she cold speak clearly.
Her voice was distinct, making it clear that she didn't want anything in return, that she was just wanting to help out these wolves. She found herself dumbstruck with pack life. <i>I need to choose. Do I wish to find a pack, or do I stay a lone wolf?</i> She asked herself. “So you two are of Swift River? I've smelled that particular pack scent before.” She said, keeping calm even though her eyes shown that she was at war with herself. She kept calm. <i>For now, I shall stay a lone wolf, but if the offer is given, she might consider it.</i> All she knew is that a pack was noble.
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