Alaska. What a wonderful name for this vixen. She seemed cold, and beautiful at the same time. When he next words hit her ears, Milo's rump hit the cold ground. Thinking for a moment; she had lost her last pack due to things she couldn't really control. But before all of the bad things began to happen, how was her leadership? Her will to stay with them? Well she had taken pride in leading them and them following her and allowing her to lead them. She protected them against any challenge, got them to where they needed to be when in time of need and stayed where they needed to be when times were good. She looked up at the femme with hardened eyes, a little bit of sadness creeping through. You have nothing to base me wanting to lead a pack off of anything. We've only just met. I have led a pack before; I was with them until natural disasters and sickness took them all. I stood up to any challengers and I treated my pack like a family. Everyone had a purpose and they were willing to take me on as their leader, as their alpha. You know nothing of me; that is true.. she trailed off, thinking of a time when her pack had to rely on her to make a decision to leave their grounds or risk loosing everybody. She lost everybody in the end when it was one disaster after another. She blamed herself. Shaking her head, she spoke once more. Yes you and others can count on me. To protect and make decisions, to fight when needed. It would be nice to have a healer among my pack.

Blue gray optics flashed with the disasters of her former pack. Her hackles standing on edge and her lips curled back at the thought of not being able to save them. When she finally did look back at Alaska, she dipped her head. There was a time when I lead a pack. They took me on as their leader when the former alpha disappeared. I was young, I made mistakes and decisions I regret and I took those and learned from them. My pack and homeland were struck with disasters, one after another. I don't know if Tor was out to get us, or if it was just bad luck. I had a decision, the pack stays or we all leave, if we stayed there was more of a chance of us dying off sooner, if we left; there was a chance we could find new grounds and establish there. We left. We traveled. And they died off one by one. Pups, elders, and then my warriors. My beta stayed as long as he could, he went his own way when there was no one else left. her body felt cold, and her emotions were nonexistent. Scoffing she lowered herself to a laying position; she'd failed them and she knew that. Who's to say this would be any different?

I don't know if that's reason enough, but if you would, it would help. If not, I respect your decision. laying her head on her paws after she spoke, she curled her tail closer and looked from the femme to the horizon watching the sky in front of her, ears perked and her body relaxed in the cold.