Porcupine Ridge moment for life

She again remained silent regarding his jab at the name of their new home -- she had placed little thought toward it herself, but somehow it seemed better than the packs who adopted random, spiritual names to call themselves. She was a traditional wolf at heart, and as such, Taggarik and his pack suited her very well.
 
"Away from here," she offered then, slowly raising herself now. Her nose tilted in the direction of the boy, inhaling softly as she determined the scent he carried. He was completely unfamiliar, though she had suspected no less. "What sort of troubles?" Her tone was soft -- an attempt to maintain friendliness and yet gauge more information on the boy. He would not be a prospective member if he brought trouble with him, but given his innocence and friendliness.. she very much doubted he would.