ambrosia

He would have a question. Of course, it was natural to question strangers. While whatever rank he held had no power in the wilds, beyond his pack, she also had no reason to reply to anything. The lad looked away before he spoke, his red gaze shifting around them. Maybe he was self conscious. "You can look at me" she would state, blunt and not unkind; she preferred wolves looking at her. They were all the same 'rank' outside packs. All the same species "or am I unsightly?"

It was hard to tell if she was asking or joking. Her tune was difficult to read, not hear. It was lyrical and quiet at the same time. A hint of girlishness, due to her age. "I only stopped for the night" she replied to his question, however "I have just arrived in this land, so I do not have a permanent location." She would shrug lightly if able, if not curled all up. She wanted to ask why or if he was just making conversation. If it was the latter, she felt it best to remain silent and let him ask his questions.