Overture Downs i'm lucky to love something that loves me.

Harlyn smirked at her friend's comment and shook her head as though disagreeing, simply to tease him.  She knew of course that he was quite a likeable fellow.  In fact, she couldn't imagine anyone not liking him, except perhaps those too lost in their own darkness to like much of anything about the world.

His next question intrigued her, though she could think of nothing she actually needed advice on at that moment.  Once they began to settle and the pack began to interact together and establish their ranks, then she likely would have much to talk over with him.  But that was yet in their future, and for now all she could think of to ask was... "Are we there yet?"  A bright grin slipped across her muzzle then.