Milo seemed to understand Nzingha’s point of view, but disagreed with it. Apparently, Milo had some experience as an Alpha and had gone through the loss, pain, and hardships… and yet still had this ridiculous goal. Nzingha could only shake her head, not understanding why anyone would ever choose that responsibility, that power. Nzingha had not even been able to take care of Danger… she could not even fathom being responsible for five to ten to twenty other wolves’ safety. But this was Milo’s goal, not her own, and so it hardly affected her, did it? Besides, there had to continue to be Alphas in the world, didn’t there, to lead the various packs? Zing had never thought about the fact that packs, although more natural for wolves, were not necessary. Though she was now living as a loner, more out of necessity than anything else, she had never realized that it could be more permanent for her. Or, as another option, packs could form without a single leader, without well defined land, if their bonds to one another were strong enough. That life, however, would never be the way for Nzingha to live, though, for she had be raised in a pack and felt odd to be without the safety of a boundary, the direction of an alpha.

“I mean, you should do what you want to do and want what you want – it is your life. I just… it frustrates me, you know? Life that is. It just… it just isn’t fair. I have flitted from one back to the next… three - three! - packs have I belonged to in my short life. Tor knows it was not my choice where to live, but I am not even an adult yet, and still I have been thrown from here to there and back again. And now it can be said that I am residing in my fourth, though I do not belong to it. My uncle is the Alpha of Abendrot, and with the sudden downfall of Munashii Gekko his is the only place I have to call home.” Nzingha fell silent, wondering if she should not have mentioned Abendrot, for many wolves did not like that pack and she did not want to make enemies so soon with a wolf she hardly knew. But instead Milo had changed the subject back to Nzingha’s wounds, stating the necessity for her to have them tended to more often. In response, the teenager merely shrugged. “I think more that they just needed to be tended to period. I did not have access to a healer, and Uncle’s healer was absent from the grounds when I arrived. Now that they are clean… I can keep up with them well enough. I care not if they scar over, cosmesis is of no importance to me.” Testing out her wounds, she carefully stretched – they were, all of them, sore from being cleaned, but they felt better for they were no longer scabbed and pulling at dirtied flesh. “I do thank you, Milo, for this.” She paused, not wanting to pry, but curiosity won out. “Why are you here?” She shook her head and laughed softly. “I mean… if you had a pack that you ruled, and you say you want to be an Alpha, why are you here in Blossom Forest and not with that pack?”

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