gather ye rosebuds while ye may

If nothing else, his honest assessment of his own pack - or lack thereof - seemed to catch the girl's attention, though the male seemed confused. "We could," he agreed with the girl, tilting his head in her direction in acknowledgement. "We could all of us go our separate ways and live our lives in whatever way they may lead us. It's likely none of us would even remember this conversation. Or..."

He paused, letting his eyes drift to the lands around them. "Or we could take chances. Take risks. Take the opportunity to prove ourselves, to improve ourselves. To maybe find friends we can trust, a home." He refocused on the younger wolves. "And yes, perhaps it doesn't work out between us. Perhaps some wolves prove untrustworthy, or lazy, or cowardly, and are no longer welcome. Perhaps some wolves do not like me, or the way we do things, and choose to leave. But to part ways amicably after having had a chance to gain experience is not such a bad thing, yes?"

He stopped again, tilting his head back and forth between them. "I wish for this pack to give young wolves the opportunity to grow, and to rise above the generation before them. What is accepted as 'the right way' doesn't need to be the only right way - we can make our own way." He gave the tiniest of shrugs. "But a life like that isn't for everyone. I don't expect you'd be very interested."