Permafrost Hollows Go Home, You're Drunk

No kingdom? "A lone wolf then?" she asked, connecting the dots for him out loud. He seemed hesitant, a timid sort of creature that would not last long on his own. A pity. She fully believed wolves were capable of taking care of themselves. She knew her strengths and her weaknesses well enough that if it came right down to it she could survive if need be. The added support of a family unit only combined their efforts and energy to function as a part of the same whole. There was great value in that. It seemed like such a shame for this one to stay alone.

She cast those thoughts from her mind as he introduced himself. Primerose. She was familiar with the flower for which he was name and thought on it for a moment. It held no true herbal property, but its petals were succulent and tasty to suck upon for as long as they held their flavor. Her thoughts were distracted until he offered a nickname. Posie. How curious. Another flower.

"Tell me, flower child," she started, looking towards him. "Are you seeking a home?" Most wolves were. If not now, then at a later date. It was the perfect season for any wolf to be a loner, but come fall an on into winter, the safety of a pack was of most importance.