"Slim pickings?" Her tone was light but it's obvious that the thought bothered her. She didn't know how he might feel about being cooped up on a ship in space but her wolf was not amused. She wanted to run and as the weeks drew near the feeling would increase. There was no where to run here.

Kitty missed the forest, the smell of the fresh dirt and recent showers. The hunt and trapping your prey. She had to stop thinking about it pushing the thoughts and the wolfs needs away. For the first few months this will be VERY interesting and for the moment Kitty was at a loose what to do about it.