Escape from Alcatraz

Malia giggled a little bit, as she did so often, in a flirtatious manner. The man hated snow, and he was a costal man. She herself was a bit unfamiliar with the term costal. She had never been to a costal, whatever it was. She went from forest to forest with the occasional cave. That was her life, her entire life. "What?s a costal? Anywho, Ima here just wandrin ?round. It?s what I do. Some call me a Nomad, others refer to me as one of dem crazy and weird folk. They think I?m too nice." She told him, sometimes, she was told that she was too eager to give her information away. Oh well, it was who she was.

"Nice to meet yer Zeke." She said happily before sitting down again, giving her paw a few licks, then a few licks to her chest. She was never that shy, she had no idea why. Perhaps it was that she had finally found a friend who was a rouge wolf like her. Maybe this wolf was one of them nomads like she was! She would let time decide, time alone. But after the storm passed, they would probably rarely ever see each other again. "I wander too much to be a pack wolf." She pointed out quickly before sitting in anticipation of his response.