Just one of the flowers

The rest of his siblings were just as colorful, then? For a moment she wondered just how many siblings he had, but the thought was short-lived. She knew she wouldn't stick around these lands for long enough to find out, though she'd keep it in mind if she ever met another that looked similar to him. With any luck she'd continue to stumble across wolves that looked half as unique as he did. She had yet to encounter many wolves that resembled her own family, or the wolves from her homelands. Those greys and russet hues didn't seem the least bit as common here as she'd expect. At his comment she nearly nodded, still as serious as ever despite trying to be mildly pleasant for the sake of conversation.

He rose all at once, inviting her to join him in looking around. For a moment she thought against it. Exploring a land was easier on her own, with fewer distractions... but oh, why not. He seemed friendly enough and it wasn't like she had anything to lose. "Yes, sure," she accepted his invitation offhandedly, twisting around slightly. Wading around in flowers wasn't really her idea of proper exploration, so she zeroed in on one of the slopes at the edge of the gulley, opposite of where she'd come down this way. Maybe she'd get a better view up there? She glanced over toward him before setting off, as if taking the lead despite the fact that it was he that had invited her along.