Farming in the northern territory was nearly not possible due to the intense winds and blizzards, but looking was once best. There used to be an alternate between the two, however with the best possible populace of all the packs, it used to be still a conflict to hold all people accurate fed.
“Every pack has its struggles, Natalie,” Harry replied. His voice wasn’t angry, it used to be neutral.
“It’s convenient to say that when you have everything.” Natalie hissed.
“You don’t know what you’re Speaking about.”
“You are a egocentric bastard!” Natalie shouted.
“I’m selfish?” Harry asked, neutrality leaving his voice. “How am I selfish?”
“Do you even comprehend the variety of resource you should provide? The lives you should save with the stuff you throw into a storage room!” Natalie poin
