Duck Lake not all treasure is silver and gold

His words brought a faint half-smile to her own features, scarlet gaze flitting to him and over his figure again. If she was to be invited, the inkstain would take full advantage. It is a lovely view, She murmured after several moments. In the next beat, she found herself struck with memories best forgotten, and turned her eyes from the stranger once more.
I'm not from here, The yearling told him easily, both unable and unwilling to elaborate further. She knew her home was north of here, but not the north. Cold, but not the vast ice and snow she'd heard of; but that and the name of her pack were the extent of the girl's knowledge. She glanced to the sky as had become habit, eyes tracing the sun's position for a beat, then turned her head to meet the boy's brilliant green gaze. I've traveled much of my life. What drove you from your homeland?