A warm fire and a cozy bedroll

The youth was clearly intrigued by her answer, but held back, asking only a single question. A good question, though. "I decided to use my knowledge, and my particular ideals, to raise a pack. There was a pack that had fallen apart, and a man that I knew was known to be very war-oriented wanted to claim it and I was determined to keep that legacy from his paws, so it pushed me into action. I don't know if I would have ever ended up making the pack on my own without that impetus. I suppose," she added, with an ironic chuckle, "that I actually owe my pack to him and his family's reputation." She shrugged, then nudged the now-hot kettle to the side and dropped in the herbs. She then tilted her own head back to look up at the same stars. "I miss the traveling, sometimes, so I am grateful that my pack members look after the herds for me so I can make these rounds. It's nice to spend time in my old life, sometimes."