Northstar Vale A non-fiction fantasy

As they progressed along the trail, she spoke openly. It did not surprise him when she mentioned a pack, as the scents of others mingled with the femininity of her own. So far he had been fortunate when it came to meeting others, but the packs he couldn't help but avoid still. Roach's road to the wilderness he was in now had not been comfortable, and winter had eliminated any traceof easiness.

"It's fine," he said with a shake of his head. "I don't mind listening at all. I'm sure they don't think you're being a nuisance though, otherwise would they had taken you in?" The question felt rhetorical, though he wondered after her pack briefly all the same. "Or are they that way?"