"Likewise," Ivy responded succinctly. She wasn't one to waste time with pleasantries, though she recognized some benefit to being polite - and she tended to err on the side of friendliness to begin with, despite being uptight. Her own gaze briefly fell from Willoughby to watch the fireflies dancing across the surface of the lake. The stranger admitted quite easily that she wasn't familiar with these parts, that she'd come from the north, that she'd been traveling alone. Ivy nodded her head slowly, as if in understanding.
By nature she wasn't a solitary wolf, but she'd been on her own now for longer than she cared to admit. She often longed for her homelands, where the Wreckage family and lived and thrived for as long as she knew. Branch's determined spirit had brought them here, and though his ambitions had been high - and his intentions good - Kesali simply hadn't flourished like either of them had hoped. Now, she couldn't help but feel aimless, unsure where most of her family had gone - and that was why she was here, seeking out any possible information she could, as if knowing about these lands might give her some direction she was otherwise lacking.
"I've been on my own for awhile now too," Ivy responded simply, a fact rather than an attempt to empathize with her. "So no, this is the first time I've come here. Though I have a feeling it won't be the last." Part of her longed to admit she'd been searching for her siblings, or some kind of purpose after losing touch with them - without them she felt like a huge part of her was missing.. and she wasn't quite sure of that feeling could be mended.
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