Misha would look at the male when he would speak, saying something about how he wandered these places because the world needed exploring and about yaddah, yaddah, yaddah. Why did she care, and why did it even matter to her? She really couldn't care less about the male ranting to her that it was his practical duty to explore. "Well, that's fun. I'm here for solitude, I guess." Which, half of it was right- she was out here for solitude, but she was also out here for some comfort. Maybe from the stars, or the moon.. Even the simple snow had done her well. But, this male wasn't really being any help. Plus, he seemed careless, maybe even cruel towards one other's feelings. Misha wouldn't be one to waste her time on such a wolf, when solitude was being her perfect company.
