If you only listen with your ears, I can't get in

"Pleasure to meet you, Pnuma!" Having someone to talk to while she explored would be a nice change of pace. While she enjoyed the solitude and the focus it gave her she didn't like being alone all the time and without a stable pack to call home she was given to bouts of loneliness. Hopefully that would change. Now that she reconnected with her family and had a general area in which to return. Having that space to return to after a long journey made the exploration and travel more enjoyable than it had ever been.

Her ears flicked forward at the mention of fish and waterfowl. "I like the way you think, Pnuma. That sounds like a plan to me. I'd love to catch a duck. I tried once but all I caught was a cold." She started along the banks of the waterways, climbing deftly over the twisting roots and trunks of the willows. A few nights ago she'd caught fish and met a man named Branch. She wondered if he was roaming around today.

"So where are you from? Do you live here in the southern lands as well?" She didn't notice any familiar pack smell to him but that didn't mean anything. She'd only met a few pack wolves and she was sure there were a number of pack scents she wouldn't recognize. Pausing beneath a particularly large and old willow she nipped absently at the leaves as the wind rippled through the verdant drapes. Her head twisted sharply to her right as she caught the sound of contented quacking. It seemed luck was on her side… or the universe was luring her into a trap in which she would embarrass herself in front of Pnuma. Aerndis could never be sure which way her luck would fall until it finally showed its hand.