See the fire in your eyes

"Heh," Her chuckle was short and sharp and not quite genuine in the way it passed from her lips. "Still adjustin’ ter sleepin’ alone. Yer go from a dozen bodies ter none...and in a den when it isn’t even snowin’ out..." The Archer-Lyall let her statement run off with a shrug, a sad smile pulling at the corner of her lips as she focused on the racoon between the other wolf’s paws. Maybe she was just a bit homesick. "Sedna," She offered up her name with a softer smile this time, leaning back into a seat herself and finally letting grey eyes meet purple. Well that was different. Her shoulders rolled, and she scooted her rear a little further from the flames, it was a warm night and her coat was already soaking up more than the light alone. "I wasn’ from around ‘ere before, it’s a lot ter take in."

"speech".