The wind whispered

Gwyn's head tilted gently in response, her smile still small and ever-so-polite. "They are unique, pretty," she compliment Novella softly. Even if it ran in the girl's family as she said, it was something unique to them. She allowed only a few moments of silence before she proceeded with another question, "You said you had a pack, Novella. So you are just exploring? For... fun?" As she spoke, she shifted her weight, a small twinkle appearing in the woman's green eyes, "Know any neat places?"

Perhaps for the first time, the truth of the lone girl's youth seemed to peek out from its hiding place deep inside: her tail wagged a little as she lowered her forequarters the slightest bit. Truth be told, Gwyndolyn was lonely. She didn't desire for a pack, but she rarely found company for more than a few minutes at a time and there was no denying she was a social animal. Her questions were simple, but their purpose was clear: she wanted to continue her travels, to see more... and just for a little while, she wouldn't mind some company. Novella seemed friendly enough and her conversation was interesting. She answered Gwyn's questions fairly, simple though they were. Novella would be a good wolf to walk with for a while.