Make me burn

Epiphron had every right to be wary. She knew that even the kindest wolves would do terrible things if they had to; she knew everyone was capable of more cruelty than they could imagine. Even her, and even this stranger.  His facade was rather pleasant though, and her own would take on a kinder note - losing some of the caution that she clung to so tightly. She would offer her new acquaintance a faint smile, her head tilting to the side as she took in his words.

She was taken aback by his question. How did he assume she lived in Fiori? She was rather close to home, but it still struck her as a strange thing to wonder. Perhaps he'd met a wolf from Fiori before. Epiphron wasn't quite sure what to make it. "I am," she'd answer carefully, her voice taking on a slight edge, posture shifting as she regained some of the stiffness she had abandoned just moments ago. "Why do you ask?" Once she figured out why wanted to know, she would address the second part of his question.. she wasn't sure if he was insinuating he wanted to be shown around Fiori, or simply the plains her. The latter sounded a much better possibility.