Smile

Oh good, she had given him a topic and now he was running with it. Immediately she wanted to find a way to segue into something different and if that failed, find a way to back out of this. Small talk was the worst enemy of an introvert. He asked her where she was from and she put on a smile. ?Actually I?m from a neighbouring pack called Ludicael, my mom is the leader. She was coming here to talk to your leader and I came with.? She looked away then, unsure what else there was to say.
If there was anything she disliked more than small talk, it was the awkward silence. The expectation to be social always hanging over her as she struggled to find something to talk about. She looked again at the boy, cocking her head to the side and hoping against hope that he would find a way to extend the conversation. At this point she would take small talk over none at all.