Little Grains of Sand

She would nod at his words, head tipping as she considered him. It was free. It was what was appealing; it was partially why she stayed a wanderer. She could not imagine herself tied down; the very thought made her cringe. Her life was around the freedom, the peacefulness that came of being of the Diamachi. There were little fights, and when there was fights, they were quickly resolved. She had heard nothing but strife of the packs up north; she had no desire to be part of that. She nodded at his next words. There was plenty each person did not understand. "If that knowledge you lack is about the Diamachi, I can help you," she offered, smiling. The smile would drop and her eyes would widen at his question. That was... not a question she was asked often, and she had to give it some serious consideration.

"It... is my life," she began slowly, words forming like molasses. "I have been Diamachi by birth; it is what I know. It is a good life, too. I love the family, and I can't imagine leaving them... and I dislike the idea of being tied down to one place. It appalls me. That freedom you mentioned also has something to do with it..." she trailed off, thinking once more before beginning again. "Have I thought of settling down, figuratively, with a mate? Yes. It is my dream to have pups of my own, to teach as I have been taught and as I have taught others'. Even then, though, I would wander; I would teach my pups of this homeland of ours. I'd teach them to love it as I do. Wandering is in my blood.. I do not think I could live without it."

"Speech"