Whittle Away the Time We Have

If she hadn’t made a commitment to a pack, if she had found him first, she might have tried to impose. To cross her path with his and make a general unwelcome nuisance of herself. Her lips twitched at the thought, before frowning in disappointment. She didn’t know who she wanted to be yet - but she knew she wanted her word to be worth more than that. She couldn’t just walk away from Fireside because something else was easier.

She snorted softly as he mentioned statues in the snow. “You don’t have to travel too far South to find that…” She paused, considering. She didn’t know what he wanted to do, but it was clear he was directionless at the moment. “Have you considered joining any packs?” she mused, voice thoughtful.

She gave him another wry smile as he offered his help, but tacked on a condition to it. He had picked a direction, and it was clear he didn’t want to deviate from it. “It is South actually, almost directly South from here. Just past that mountain…” she stood up, pointing at the rocky shape, or at least what she could see of it over the trees. She surveyed the kill a for a few more moments, and then began to hack into it, attempting to chop off a disproportionate piece off it. She could haul the smaller size, and Alastor - the clearly bigger wolf - could grab the larger. “So. Known many Alphas in your time?” she asked in another bid to know who Alastor was.

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