small border, big world

It was surprising that a wolf this learned and knowledgable had not yet found herself a pack, but as she posed the question on whether or not it was a fools venture to consider creating one, things became more clear. Corbie was a leader, Aryn could imagine her kindly guiding a pack with an experienced paw more then she could imagine her mindlessly tending fields beneath a brute somewhere like Fireside. "I don't think it's foolish at all." She assured her softly. "If you do happen to manage it, and you find the time, maybe you could come back here and let me know." She gave no assurances on whether or not she'd be able to come along, but the yearning to be apart of something so peaceful that felt right was strong enough that she didn't want the opportunity to go unsaid. And it wasn't as if she could outwardly come out and say that she was practically enslaved here, it was not fair to put that burden on her new friend's shoulders.

The pair worked quickly to progress the structure, and before she knew it there was a nearly-finished enclosure standing proud outside Habari's border. Aryn's tail gave a slow wag of pleasure, and she eagerly accepted Corbie's opinion on the roof. "I think I've enough wood to spare for that." She affirmed, moving to the pile to try and pick some out from the bundle that would match the size of the roof properly. Even if they did not get to it today, at least the chicks would have somewhere safe to stay overnight where Aryn did not have to obsessively watch them to ensure they did not wander far.