Relearning the Familiar

Qanik nodded at his words. Having spent time as a lone wolf, she had a newfound sense of respect for the tragedy of their position - lonely, often pushed away by pack wolves, considered disreputable and treated with suspicion... even the term rogue itself was, intentionally or not, a defamation of the packless wolves. "I cannot help but feel that there are so many out there like us, wolves who would be productive and grateful members of a pack if only there were someone willing to take them in and care for them. So many who..."

She cut herself of with a shake of her head and a small smile. "Don't mind me. I'm getting maudlin again. It is a lot to adjust to. New place, new wolves, new rules. It's bound to cause some soul-searching, I suppose."

She too, glanced around at the area around them. "It is a lot to memorize. A lot of land for so few wolves. I suppose it's no wonder we're all rattling around in here. You know, I haven't met any other pack members since we joined."



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