Baby's Crying and the Daylight's Gone

Where did she live, then? She wondered if admitting she was a rogue was unwise, but lying about where she lived seemed foolish in its own right. Her scent alone likely proved she wasn’t a pack wolf, so she decided that was a lie she couldn’t convince anyone of.   ”Honestly,” Asvor inhaled, pausing to consider her words for a moment longer.   ”Nowhere in particular yet. I haven’t quite decided which terrain is the best to claim a den in.” So far she hadn’t encountered any lands claimed by packs, which she was grateful for, but she still had some scoping out to do, and plans to discuss with her sisters.

She seemed friendly enough, though guarded, which Asvor didn’t blame the older woman for, not one bit. She nodded. This place was a pretty awful place to hunt, but the forests nearby weren’t bad at all.   ”Just south of here is good spot,” she explained, tilting her head slightly to the side.   ”It’s a pretty dense forest and a good home to plenty of prey. I doubt you’d go hungry if you spend much time there.” A slight smile painted her features as she offered a bit of knowledge to her. It wasn’t particularly useful, but if Pyralis traveled anywhere but south she would find hunting much more difficult indeed.