Irina padded into Nightingale, satisfied. She'd call forward a pack.
Irina lifted her head and howled. Come, all who need a home. Come forth to Nightingale. She sat down to wait, letting he remind wander to Beartooth, to the possibilities of starting her own pack.
She hadn't seen the fellow since that night. She wondered, had that night by the lake meant anything to him? Did he still think about her?
Would he come?