He snorted. "I don't know... Flower and Flame were born here." He offered. "But Flame is horrible and Flower, well I'm sure she'll answer all your questions." He gave her a fond look and Flower returned it. "Of course I'll answer any question you have."
“What was it like?” Star asked. “I guess I just want to know more about it, and if it’s the same as where I grew up. I still kind of miss it, even though I much prefer here,” she admitted. She hadn’t left her former Pack very long ago.
"When I was a pup, it wasn't just my parents who raised me. It was the whole pack. That's how we work. The entire pack takes responsibility of raising the pups so they'll turn out alright. We get to spend the afternoons in the forest, playing and practicing fighting and hunting to figure out what we're good at." Her eyes clouded over in memories. She then came back to the present. "Well, I guess the upper-wolves decided I'd be best at being submissive and tracking down prey." She snorted, remembering when she had been announced as and Omega wolf
“That sound awful,” she murmured. “You being an Omega part, I mean.”
"It's not so bad." She woofed cheerfully. "It means that it keeps the younger pups from having to do it."
“But it must still be hard,” she sympathized. “Not many would do it so happily. You’re a good wolf, Flower.”
She gave her a toothy grin. "Flame wouldn't think so." She laughed. "That wolf hates me for some reason."
“She’s your example of what a not good wolf looks like,” she commented with a smirk. “Flame is... not very fond of me, either.”
"So I've noticed." She laughed. "Don't worry, it's literally my job to stop fights so if something starts happening, you can count on me to stop it."
“Then I suppose it’s a good thing you like me.” Amusement flickered through her black gaze.
