Moonspear i feel sexy when i dance

She was indifferent and rolled her shoulders and nodded at his nudge, not sure if she ought to respond in some way else. Strange was really only a word she'd assign it if she thought hard about it. It applied, sure, but it didn't bother her. Evidently her upbringing had prepared her for it well enough. "I suppose it is but I do not often think about it, really. Not anymore." Only her parents were worth missing since when she'd left, they were all who'd survived (not counting the resurfaced brother moons later). She'd long since coped with both the deaths of her younger siblings and never felt anything besides relief towards the ends of her littermates anyway. It was easy to forget about them in favor of wolves of better company that she chose to care about. "But yes. Pack becomes family.. in its own way." Different than actual bonds of blood but valuable still. She'd lived off them for almost years now, so long that they were her truest of ties.

"Tell me more of the returned sibling? I think.. he is the one I smell him around a lot during the nighttime," but she had yet to cross formal paths with him and knew only bits and pieces -- namely his likeliness to Floki in appearance and the fact that they certainly smelled related. There had been more she'd meant to mention about him and the rest of Charon's family constellation, but she paused to sniff some vague tracks pressed into a patch of mud instead for now. They smelled of nothing noteworthy, and not bears, so she carried on.