Fairspell Meadow It's not murder, it's ketchup

Wild dog. Okay, that's cool. Better yet, the kid was not harmed by the incident, physically or otherwise. At first, Nanuk tried to determine why the youth decided to tell her what her mother's name was but after a few moments, it clicked. She had told the kid she looked like a fox, so perhaps it was a coincidence that it was her mother's name as well. Perhaps it wasn't. Was Fox's name Fox because she looked like one? The Beta of the Spire might never know. 

"Kroc," She answered easily, the name coming to her mouth almost easier than Nanuk. "Of the Spire." Perhaps it wasn't the greatest explanation but it would do. The Spire was their own world and they separated themselves from outside wolves by not revealing anything about themselves or their pack. "Caldera, right? " She didn't wait for an answer, instead peering at the residue of berries consumed around her mouth. "Are the berries drugs or something? Why the fuck're you eating them?" And what could possibly make a wolf decide to just eat berries, of all things? Perhaps, the girl was a nutcase.