North marveled at the thought of the pack house. She had assumed that wolves, as social creatures, would band together, but not to such a civilized extent. Her only previous experience had led her to believe that werewolves were savages - more beast than human. She shuddered, remembering the cold, cruel beast that had mauled and nearly killed her. There had been no shred of humanity left in it.

As Sasha approached her in her strange new form, North shrank back slightly, unsure of her intentions. When she seemed to be suggesting that North should be carried back to the pack house, North slowly and tentatively obliged. She allowed herself to go limp in the other's arms, relaxing her strained muscles completely for the first time in what seemed like forever. Letting her eyes flutter shut, she let out a soft whine.