Emberwood apocalypse always chooses the worst time to come.

’I kill things.’

Grezig gave the man a sideways glance at these words, as if to say, ’Oh really?’

A burst of thunder exploded overhead, making conversation impossible for a few seconds. When it had passed he gave what she assumed to be his serious answer—that he basically didn’t do anything for fun because he was too focused on survival. She was starting to like him now, just for that. He sounded like her, and she hadn’t met many wolves who… didn’t do anything for fun. “I agree,” she said, and then looked out at the storm again. 

So, he was preoccupied with survival? Perhaps… “Do you have a pack?” she asked, testing the waters. She did not really know this male, and had made the mistake of recruiting a very strange wolf once (Thorleif). She intended never to make that mistake again, so she would talk to this male for a while and see what she really thought of him first before going ahead and attempting to recruit him.