A pack? Farther northeast? A land bridge covered by the changing tides?

Fascinating.

Devika’s thoughts drifted back to her many wanderings. Long ago, she had stumbled upon something similar. When the tide went out, there was but the briefest window to cross. The way was slick and uneven, the sea forever eroding the path beneath your paws. Sea creatures lurked, sharp and unyielding against unsuspecting feet.

Was that really safer?

What if disaster struck and they needed to flee, only to find the tides had risen and their escape was shut off? Could they swim in such northern waters, or would the icy grip of the ocean claim them before they ever saw another sunrise?

She furrowed her brow, head cocking to the side as she studied him.

She had long ago abandoned pack life. It didn’t suit a ghost, not really. She was rarely seen, never heard, and that did not lend itself to building bonds or keeping a place among others.

Still… it was an intriguing offer.

She wished she could ask him more about this supposed pack, about the tides and the safety of that path, but she had only her silence. Instead, she lifted a quizzical brow in his direction, hoping he would understand, and elaborate.