Quetzal turned his head to look at her, ears perked ever so slightly. "Do you think they would..?" he asked, hope creeping into his voice. "But, uh... I don't want to go onto your territory if I might get in trouble. I mean... I still look like someone from the dark pack. That's enough to get attacked, isn't it?" He let out a little huff as he gazed around quickly. There seemed to be no way he'd ever get into this pack. It all seemed very difficult, and he was wondering if he'd just be a rogue for the rest of his life because he was unable to find a way into the pack.



































