Ghost in the machine

For a moment, she found herself feeling grateful that she didn't live somewhere like this. Not that there weren't different flavors of good lands elsewhere - she knew Avalon's lands couldn't objectively be the best places to live in the whole world - but she was thankful she lived where she did. Her overly friendly nature tugged at the back of her mind as she readjusted her focus to Calliope. She wanted to know where she lived, if it was around here at all, why she'd come this way in the first place if she didn't live close.

But she knew being polite was important, far more important than being overly eager and nosy.

"Nice to meet you, Calliope. Pretty name," she mused aloud, still smiling. Most of her siblings had different sorts of names, most very simple and short, not quite like Calliope's. "You're right, it is pretty dull. Don't think I'll be hanging around here much longer." It was said definitively, like she hadn't made up her mind until right this moment. Idly she kicked at a loose patch of rubble by her paws, watching as a few pebbles tumbled down the slight incline she stood on.

"You're not from around here, then? I can try to point you in the right direction," Jay offered warmly. "Well - I can try to guide you as best I can. I haven't gone far from these parts, not yet at least," Jay said, sounding a bit bashful at her admission. Maybe someday she'd branch out and see more of the world, but it felt hard to want to leave when so many wolves she loved were all close by.