Standing on the Rooftops

He followed as she commanded. Good. If he hadn't, she would have shown him who the hell was the boss when it was just them. Actually, she'd have done so with any of the lower wolves had they not listened to her. But she was not against answering his simple question, for she was not always the quiet creature that their leader was. "Kroc." Her voice was gruff and one ear swiveled back to listen to the sounds he made for a moment. The Warden was attentive to her surroundings, other life forms included and so, part of her attention would remain on him for the duration of their companionship. 

"What do you make of this place?" She asked him, eyes rising now to the structures that towered above them. She realized she hadn't asked his name in return, and honestly didn't care. She'd likely end up giving him her own, probably vulgar, nickname.