◊ let it water a parched throat with warm summer rain ◊
Snapdragon considered Larkspur's words. Snapdragon's own freedom was limited by being (physically) too young to survive easily without a pack. It was simple logic. However, now Snapdragon actually put some thought to the future. It had assumed it would resume its wandering ways once it had grown up again, but said growth seemed far slower this time around. How much longer would it require the assistance of others? And when it no longer did... it was nice to have help with the mundane facets of survival. It left more time for contemplation and experimentation. And living on a claimed territory made it far easier to store items for later use.
"I find it rather difficult to restrain myself," was Snapdragon's dry reply. "No one asked me to collect bark for cordage, and yet..." It gestured across the river, towards the pile of branches that were forlornly awaiting its return. "But I'm not certain the services I choose to perform are useful to the rest of the pack. It's not straightforward, as it was at the Plateau, without mother assigning chores. Speaking of, have you any news from home?"
"I find it rather difficult to restrain myself," was Snapdragon's dry reply. "No one asked me to collect bark for cordage, and yet..." It gestured across the river, towards the pile of branches that were forlornly awaiting its return. "But I'm not certain the services I choose to perform are useful to the rest of the pack. It's not straightforward, as it was at the Plateau, without mother assigning chores. Speaking of, have you any news from home?"