Stoke the fires of the past

It began to dance in her mind, starting as a small whisper then growing with intensifying earnest into a plaguing need too ask. She would wait and see if the woman would be staying in the north. Perhaps she did not enjoy the cold as the hellish woman before her did, which would be fine. Lurid didn't want to risk bringing home another wolf she was unfamiliar with. Besides, she was no where near ready to bring her family over, that in itself would be chaos. Despite the love she has for her family and pack members, she would have to be at the top of her game in order to keep her house in order. Her bunch was rowdy and often had violent impulses, Boreas wasn't ready for them. "Perhaps one day I can be more helpful to you, for now I simply raise my son and bigger my time." Speaking of, enough time had passed in their conversation that the light was dimming as the sun lowered in the sky. She would have to excuse herself soon and find her little one. "I should be getting back to my little one, hope to see you again! This was fun." Lurid gave a warm smile, waiting for confirmation that the purpose woman would indeed like to chat again before she would have to turn and leave. Home was still a long ways off, and she would have to hunt on the way home.