Meal scarfed down, the sheepdog was in much better spirits; confidence boosted not only by her successful kill, but the success she'd had in making friends (or at least, acquaintances) thus far. Snatching down the last bits of stringy flesh, she glanced up at the approach of another, noting the swinging tail and curiousity, and assuming this to be yet another potential friend, piped up a cheery, "hello!" Glancing once at the barren remains of her meal, she bounced to her feet, blinking through the snow at the stranger.
The wolves she met all seemed very interested in what, exactly, she was doing. "living", came her answer, as she had given before. For that was what she intended on doing, even though Murdock thought (rightly) that she would have a hard enough time existing in the wilds during the time of the snows. She was no pampered house-dog, however, and thought she was doing just fine, for the most part. This male sounded a little concerned, and the dog gave a little wag of her tail to demonstrate her fine-ness.
"what are you doing?" She asked, words curious and rather interested. "do you have a pack?" Murdock had Easthollow and his brother Morningside, but the sheepdog wondered just how many packs - and wolves - inhabited the Wilds.
His words had her eyes round with interest, quite taken by the idea of living on a mountain called Moonspear. "that's beautiful. don't you fall off, though?" Her gaze shifted to the mountain in the distance, pale and looming. She thought they were stunning, mountains, and powerful; but after so much of her life on the flat praire, she couldn't imagine setting foot in them, for surely they would be steep and hazardous and dangerous. The male before her, however, seemed fine, and perhaps mountains were a little less deadly than she thought.
He chuckled at her question, and she smiled sheepishly as he assured that wolves did not, in fact, fall off mountains. He claimed to be a cliff-expert, and she wondered idly if he would teach her. If she hadn't already tethered herself to Murdock and his promise of a pack, perhaps she'd ask; but she didn't want to be away for too long, still not quite believing her luck and unwilling to risk it.
"I think it'd be beautiful. I've never been in the mountains, before, though. where I grew up, it was really flat. I didn't even see mountains 'till I came here." She admitted, wondering what it would be like to be a cliff expert, and wondering if she would be considered a flat-expert. It didn't quite sound as cool as the wolf's expertise, though.
omfg i'm SO sorry why am i like this
a small gust of breeze came by, leaving terance to roll his shoulders and glance behind him for a brief second. when he turned back, he smiled. "you should uh, come visit sometime. we're like kind of strict about letting strangers into our borders but there are some surrounding areas i could show you," he offered with a soft puff of his chest. it was genuine, and terance would gladly do it.
"you could stick to the ground though, if you'd prefer," he added, just for good measure.
"yeah!" She was certain that was where her mother had gotten the same; there had been a little windowbox filled with the flowers outside the kitchen they'd been born in. When she male give his name, she echoed it back to him, smiling in approval. Her ears flicked back when quick suddenly she realized how long she'd been gone; what if Murdock thought she'd died, and left? He'd seemed fairly confident she wouldn't survive alone, and the thought did not seem implausible. The fact that the snow would serve to cover her tracks had her more alarmed still, and she looked to him apologetically. "I think I have to go, terence - I left my friend back there," Suddenly quite worried at the prospect of missing her companion up and leaving her, she danced to her paws, performing a quick, antsy spin. With the promise she'd come visit, and a final wag of her banner-like tail, the girl span away and darted the way she'd come.