When Python had finished eating, he went back to the river. He sat on the same flat rock, gazing into the water. his mind was whirling with thought after thought on weather or not to join the pack. look at myself... He thought, running his eyes over the reflection of his scruffy gray coat of fur and blue eyes. I'm a loner through and through, i don't like other wolves, and most of them don't like me. But that pack seemed nice, and its good to have backup. What do I do if I run into a cougar?