Window of Glass

If he'd been worried she was an intruder - and for a moment he'd been certain of it, even if that moment had left as quickly as it had arrived - her demeanor made it obvious she wasn't trying to sneak past their borders. Her posture was carefree and lazy, laying on her side and staring up at the trees. Even her voice betrayed her surprised at being found, hardly the reaction he'd expect from someone who was trying to trespass. He was still struggling with the idea of outsiders. There was his family, and his pack too, but everyone outside of those circles seemed... different, somehow. Like maybe he should be careful around them, like they might be trickier to know how to interact with compared to the other wolves he knew.

He'd be careful then, he decided. "Hi," he repeated again. She was a stark contrast against the crisp white snow and he was briefly transfixed by the sight. What was even stranger than her appearance though was her words. She lived anywhere and everywhere? No, that just didn't make sense. Bronze frowned for a moment, wrinkling his nose as he took a few more steps closer, trying to get a better look at her. She definitely wasn't anyone he knew, nor familiar in any way, but he wanted to be totally sure.

"No, everyone has somewhere they live," he argued matter-of-factly. He couldn't imagine just going wherever he wanted. He couldn't, even if he wanted to, he decided. He had his family and his siblings he had to grow strong to protect and look after. He watched her curiously as she stood up, asking him if he lived here. "Yes, I do. I'm Bronze, Bronze Destruction," he explained, not quite as outwardly excited at the prospect of making a new friend, but he still looked quite interested - though he maintained a careful distance away from her, just in case.