It was relieving to know the boy wasn't in any desperate need for food. He seemed to have a family of his own, a nephew, a brother and a...person. Her thoughts were puzzled with that name, who was called "person"? She found it polite not to question it and let it slide.
After hearing her surname, he stated himself being a Sovari. Inquiries raced through her mind, curious to know more of this family. He surely wasn't a visiting wolf from Glaciem or Abaven, as he would have stated that earlier. Were they like her family? Large and protective? She had to know, without asking so many questions. "Is your family big? Like, do they have a pack?"
She didn't want him to feel unwelcome just because he was close to a pack's territories. Rules weren't being broken, were they? Was she allowed to talk to outsiders? It seemed harmless, but if the spotted boy had places to be, she'd accept that. The girl was disappointed in the fact her encounter with someone other than kin was cut short. Not that she disliked her family, in fact they were loved quite dearly. But every wolf she knew in Threar happened to be some cousin, uncle, who knows how many more in Abaven and outside of the pack.
It wasn't the most reassuring of explanations but it was all she would say. "You don't have to go. I mean, I don't think you'll cause any trouble."
