Ankyra Sound To the promised land

She smiled brightly, happy with sharing her kindness and words with the yearling. Surely, if she didn't bore anyone, she was not that bad of a wolf after all. She was glad she wasn't bad - really, really glad. When Arrille had spoken, she looked around them, noting the darkening of the sky and, indeed, the winds that grew more chilly every few minutes or so. Well, what'ya expect with winter? She chuckled, already thinking of where and how she was going to spend the night.