Blaire wags her tail at the female’s acceptance to a dinner guest. Grabbing her rabbit from around its shoulders, she carries her prize to the riverbank alongside the brown fem. The both of them pick and pull at the soft hair that clings to the rabbits, many times Blaire is left with clumps of cottony fluff stuck to the roof of her mouth. They are not far into the process when her companion speaks up. She continues to pluck at the rabbit with a small smile on her face, but raises her dial at the concerned question. With a playful voice she responds,”Of course! I like it on my own! The nights get cold sometimes, but it's nothing I can't handle” She continues to pluck her kill, but something else begins to gnaw at her.

Of course it was fun being on her own, but she missed playing with her siblings. This spontaneous lunch date with the older wolf brought forth some comfort to Blaire and eased her cravings for companionship but that would likely not be enough. It was in her nature to find a pack, no matter how hard she ignored the urges she would eventually have to find somewhere or someone to call home. But the thought of having to stay in one place made Blaire’s stomach churn. She wanted to roam Molodian, like the gypsies did, but she had seen naught of them or their widespread pack. Despite the instincts that encouraged her to find a pack she was hesitant about settling down so young and a larger part of her yearned to explore the unseen parts of Molodian.

With blood soaking into the white fur around muzzle she looks up at her new acquaintance. She swallows what is in her mouth before speaking, ”I’m Blaire, nice to meet you.”