Stoke the fires of the past

As the conversation progressed, Del was becoming drawn to the lady, despite the unusual place and how accustomed the stranger was to it. They quickly opened up to one another, though she would exactly class them as 'friends' so soon. It seemed the woman was calculating, careful with the information released. She spoke of the whereabouts of her son who seemed to be with a companion. I guess everyone needed alone time every now and then, pups sure are a lot of work. Little did Del know the pup wasnt actually hers. She explained little bit about her family and mentioned the loss of those in the fires and the illness striking. Unfortunate, how quickly things take a down spiral. Raised to be an heir, wolves tend to be dominante and know what they want... did she too desire to take reigns again? " I see... Unfortunate, but have you ever thought about rebuilding what you once knew? bring back your packs history here." She would question, or perhaps the woman liked a life with little responsibility, with few wolves needing her aid. In case she sounded pushy, she quickly dettered the conversation. " Though, i guess a life as a rogue isn't too bad, never know whats around the corner."