Clouded Minds

Solveiga tried to chuckle a bit as the man said he wouldn't bite. Truthfully, she hadn't been sure at first, he seemed a little like the biting type. Still, to show the man she believed him, she relaxed her posture a bit more so she was lounging in the sand, her front legs flat on the ground and the damp sand just barely touching her stomach. She watched the waves roll in and out and turned to look at the man as he responded to her question. He said he was thinking, and maybe even reflecting. "Thinking is good," she said, but minded her own business and did not ask the man what he was thinking about. Still tugging at her curiosity was that pack scent on his fur.

"Would you mind if I asked you a question? she began, just wanting to be sure that the man would not be offended in any way by her curiosity. Some wolves, she had found, did not like when others started to pry. "I was wondering..." she said, looking down at her paws in the sand. "Do you belong to a pack? Is it near here?