Arrow Lake [J] The Beginning of the End

She liked to believe she knew how it was. For many moons before settling in the Creek and then eventually the Sunspire, she had existed as a mere traveler and learned the nuances of one very quickly. It was for survival, and a careless loner who was too eager to share made for a dead wolf, and even now, she never liked being too forthcoming with the personal details. A piece of her name and a title for the obvious pack scent on her fur was generous enough.

He didn't seem to be warming very quickly, but she wouldn't jump to the offers herself. While the mountain could use new blood, if his interest was not in them at all, she wouldn't force it into happening -- especially without knowing if he possessed the capabilities of a useful wolf for the mountain (which she was curious to see, if he had it in him). Sight and scent alone said only so much, and at least he looked generally healthy for a nomadic lone wolf. His attitude in so far just didn't give her much to think about.

She did get him to growl back a name. She nodded slowly and flicked an ear. Kato. Simple, and off-hand, she wondered if there was a surname to match it.. or if he lacked one entirely. "So. Besides cooling off, are you only passing through? Or do you plan to stick around?" she squinted. If not right here, near here, or was he on his way to someplace else. Frankly, considering his tension, he could probably do with a good rest if he had been traveling for a long time. "You seem bothered," she pointed out while toying with a brief smirk. Frustrated, tense, peeved, probably tired.. or just the fact alone that she had intercepted him with questions on his forward path towards the Spire, it was making his displeasure evident.