Wishing well

Though she was hardly an adventurer herself, she knew there was something to be said about being familiar with different types of terrain. In general, being independent was a valuable skill to have - whether that came to handling oneself around other wolves, or in dangerous lands. Or at the very least, in unfamiliar ones. Caelia was hardly scared of the glow up ahead, but that didn't mean she wasn't at least a bit wary of it. It was something worth checking out regardless, and she was glad that she wasn't alone in her little upcoming adventure, however short-lived it might be.

"Perfect. Feel free to lead," she responded politely enough. Caelia wasn't very skilled in small-talk; her experience in talking to wolves outside her family was limited at best. Being polite wasn't hard, but being friendly was a different thing entirely. "So," she started, clearing her throat as they began to walk together, keeping a distance that couldn't be misconstrued as anything but safe. "You... aren't a pack wolf then?" Her coat bore no scent of a pack, though she hadn't gotten terribly close to her to be completely certain, but it was a safe guess anyway.