Devil's Dance

Ylva listened to the brute. Though, what he had said, she did not think of it as a compliment, or an insult neither. She gave a small chuckle as she thought about her family. Her parents were rather too dark for their own good, being killed off by another pack who thought that they could gain their land. She turned her head back to meet the man's eyes, a small grin running across her maw, eyes narrowing slightly, but not too much that she was being rude to the man. She knew if she were to do that, she would probably be taught a lesson.

"I'm surprised you would even ask a question such as this. Since most wolves don't givea damn, and you only wish for information about me, I will tell you." Her eyes soon turned ahead of her, a mountain not far from where they had been standing, stood above the clouds as she sat upon her haunches, wrapping her tail around her hindquarters.

"To put it simple, I was raised by my mother and father, my brother and I being the only suriving pups they had. We were raided, our parents died, we fought to survive, and then we happenened to come upon these lands." She explained, a small sigh escaping her as she closed her eyes, feeling the cool air running across her coat, not bothering to meet the alabaster brute's gaze for the moment until she was spoken too once more.

"Speech"