Snow Sulking

As Sparrow assessed the situation, she found that the other appeared to be friendly. Awkward, but not hostile. She was greys and russet, and as large as they came. Even though Sparrow's type was more of the cute and dainty type, she could always respect and appreciate a woman of her stature and color. Sparrow cocked a smile, trying to still her teeth. The other asked if Sparrow came here often and Sparrow wondered how honest she should be. The woman didn't smell like a pack, and her accents only sounded vaguely familiar. Sparrow decided she could risk it. "N-no," she admitted, her teeth clicking together. "Heard a pack moved up here, thought I'd check it out."