Wapun Meadow Sunshine, Daisies, Butter Mellow...

Saraphine tilted her head at his choice of wording. It was certainly regal, to say the least. It made her feel like she was some form of higher being, as if she was more than just a lone wolf. It was a strange feeling. Even back in the days of her Tribe and high rank, she did not get the same feeling that this wolf emitted. It felt... nice, to say the least.

She nodded to his question, not offended by it in the least. There were always a number of lone wolves who always went hungry or starved due to lack of ability to hunt, but Speaker had been some of the rare few to formidably sustain herself... For the most part. Though she cared for herself better than others, she was still no match compared to her tribal, pack-protected self. This body was nothing more than a facade compared to the rippling strength she had within a family. "I am quick and agile enough to hunt the smaller creatures of the realm, so I hunt well enough to keep myself alive and healthy... Though any sensible wolf should know that there is strength in numbers."