Emberwood apocalypse always chooses the worst time to come.

His response did, indeed, yield useless information. What good did it do her to know that he came from a mountain far away, near the ocean? At the same time, it wasn’t as though him knowing where she came from did him any good, either. Such was the way of most conversations. This is why Grezig spent most of her time doing, as opposed to talking. Talking had its place and could be vital to solving a problem, to be sure, but this… idle chat went against Grezig’s nature. This man was not even a packmate, and so did not require any kind of bonding time with her, either. So why did so many wolves waste their time chatting the day away? She supposed this was different. It was raining and they were stuck together. What else could they do?

In a sarcastic tone of voice, she asked him, “So… what do you like to do for fun?” Might as well keep up the useless banter.