Phoenix Maplewood Shadows

The wolf snapped out of it quickly. He shifted to his paws as he replied, confirming what she'd already suspected... sort of. She watched him as she stepped back to allow this wolf a little more room. Couldn't have the kid getting too close now could she? The wolves in these parts were friendly. She was finding herself having to wash off more often than she desired.

"The scenery is nice," she murmured in reply, not quite sure what to say to youth and a male at that. He was pack, however, so some effort at remaining cordial had to be made. Likewise, this pack did not share in any of her natural Amazon thinking which meant males were a thing and somehow equal... She didn't quite understand. Alas, it was their way of things and she would try. Possibly fail, but try nonetheless.

She felt stiff. She likely looked it. This type of conversation was not the most natural of things for her. "Citali," she said. If he didn't hear it from her, he'd likely hear her name from someone else.

Name given, she realized she wasn't sure what to do or say next. Instinct was screaming at her to excuse herself from the awkward encounter, but her stubbornness left her rooted to the spot. "The weather is nice too." The words fell out. They were boring and a standard comment left to fill the empty space. She fumbled for more words. "Good weather for... um... walking."