Blacktail Deer Plateau That Little Fallen Angel

Others might find scarring ugly and unwanted, but Sage found them rather attractive. She favored the gash in her leg, even though it was mostly hidden by sleek fur. The one she had came from another wolf, she was only a couple months old at the time and was begging for food, and apparently the male was extremely protective over their food, and her inquiry was answered with a slash against her leg. Being a pup without caretakers was difficult, and she was often found in different families like a foster child throughout her puppyhood. Scars told stories, and she was intent on discovering where his originated. That would be for later though, when it was the appropriate to ask, but she was presented with a question for herself first. The only difference between the two's stance was her faint twitch in her tail as a sign of interest. 

His soft spoken words gave her a sense of comfort, and even though she was already going to share, he now compelled her to do so. "I just needed some time and space away," the young wolf admitted, stress had been compiling atop her lately and this was her getaway—exploring. Their short time together had already given her relief and was grateful for it. It wasn't till now did she realize they had yet to speak one another's names. "Before we continue, may I ask your name?" To know each other's names would give her more insight into who he was, and gain more chance of the two meeting once again.