Right, Laurel thought,
wolves to see. He liked the way she spoke of him, like he was something
more. In reality, the yearling was meandering around hopelessly, picking fights when he didn't need to be picking them, and trying to figure out what he wanted out of life. Even sitting here, Laurel felt like there was more out there for him. Was it normal to be that way, or was he an anomaly? Adeltra seemed content to be in her pack, comfortable in her role. Laurel, who often had a habit of thinking these things instead of asking, said nothing.
Adeltra made herself comfortable on her back and Laurel finally began to start on the meal that she'd caught for him. He tried to eat as much as he could, and would try again. The second he was away from Willow Ridge's borders, coyotes would be on him again. The thought of them made him feel uneasy. There was no way he could continue fighting them on his own.
"Wait," he ignored her question completely,
"You were on your own? When?"