roar like an open fire

He responded gruffly, but not in a way that would be unwelcoming, so Gwenevere took a few steps closer and examined him more closely. "Not so very far," she retorted with a half-smile. "Sometimes it can do a lot of good to travel further than the borders that you know. Sometimes you can learn more about yourself by learning more about the world beyond what you're used to." The words had a playful sort of philosophical bent to them but there was a hint of the bleakness that hid behind that politely friendly mask. The ache that clutched at her chest despite the smile that touched her muzzle. "And you? You spend an unusual amount of time near a pack's borders for a rogue," she observed. The tone was curiosity, not accusation, and to further cement her benign intentions she carefully lowered herself to her belly to put herself on his level - below it, in fact, for he was quite a bit taller than she was. "Maybe we're both looking for something we don't have," she added whimsically.