One way trip

The thought of raiding and fighting and all that sounded cool enough, but wasn't appealing enough for Kaija to consider pledging her loyalty to any one pack. It didn't sound like enough freedom for her. What if she just didn't feel like fighting one day? Kaija liked being like a leaf on the wind - carried wherever she ended up, doing whatever she wanted. She appreciated the kid's invitation anyway though, even if she wasn't sure she'd take him up on visiting. But hey, maybe if she ended up that way she'd considered it. "Yeah, sure thing kid," she replied, not in a dismissive sort of way really, just in her casual lazy drawl.

The conversation seemed to quiet for a moment before Calico Jack spoke up, suggesting that this place might be perfect for telling ghost stories. Now that piqued her interest. Her own silver eyes flashed with interest as they widened, wondering what he could possibly know about ghosts (the answer was: probably more than her, but she wasn't going to admit that). Kaija let out an amused little short, mulling over his words for a minute. "Ghost stories, huh? You know any good ones?" A childlike sense of playfulness seemed to wash over her. She was fully grown now by a lot, but that didn't mean she didn't want to play child's games and tell ghost stories like she was a kid again. She'd probably never really grow up, not like most wolves did - and why should she? Life was too short and too fun to take everything so seriously all the time.

"I'm Kaija," she introduced herself in return. "You must be pretty cool then, to have two first names." She allowed herself a grin, her words goofy but definitely genuine.