the core of night

Home wasn't something that she had really known throughout her life. There had been her home den for a long time, until her parents and siblings had been made to move with the changes of seasons and the movement of food. It had been a temporary thing for the longest time, a place that moved around and was transient, but it always existed. Now that she had set out on her own, she hadn't had what she would consider a home for quite some time, and she was looking for it again. Hopefully soon, but one could never tell.

"But if you took it, then I'd be trespassing," she said with a grin, so he'd know she was teasing (hopefully). "I think this would be a lovely place to have a pack though. Castle wolves," she concluded, imagining the halls and rooms filled with families and whatnot, because that was what her image of a pack was. It was one big family. She'd never seen anything to convince her otherwise, being relatively new to the idea of packs as a whole anyway.

"It'd be a shame to not be able to wander around here sometimes though," she said, going back to the idea of claiming the place. While she would like to see someone living here, she would be somewhat sad if that existence meant she couldn't hang out there, even though it was highly probable that would be the case. "So I'm glad you'd let me."