Favorite Dish of the River

“Not even that,” he wasn't ashamed to admit that, either. It seemed like such a waste, joining a pack of strangers. He gave her the side eye upon hearing that she was in a pack. The side eye wasn't meant to be entirely taken seriously, but still. “So it sounds like you joined these Ashen people, but have barely been actually there with them, meaning...what's the point in calling yourself Ashen Armada?” maybe he was overestimating how much time she spent away from her 'pack,' but honestly a part of him just wanted to jab at the idea that being in a pack was actually useful.

“You look like you're still a yearling. Surely rogue life wasn't that bad, if you've survived it for this long...honestly the hardest part of life is over. You're not a pup anymore. You don't need help.” it seemed almost cowardly, to join a pack now. He would get it if she were barely weaned or hadn't seen her birth season yet, but now?