Blacktail Deer Plateau That Little Fallen Angel

Sage wasn't surprised he had asked, but assumed it to be more out of curiosity than really caring. She was still a stranger and caring for a stranger was just dumb, at least in her mind. Then again, that's what kept her alive—caring strangers. That was different though, she was a pup in need, not a healthy wolf roaming about for her own relief. If you had the audacity to walk past a dying child then you must have issues, unfortunately it wasn't an uncommon occurrence for adults to walk past her when begging for help and just ignore her pleas. The girl decided to answer his second question first, thinking it would make more sense to share her name than to explain her troubles. "Sage." His name had been rather interesting and made her seems plain, Kjalarr. What kind of background did that have? His accent suggested a northern wolf, and so did his burliness. But being the one to often jump to conclusions, and hoping to stop that impulse, she didn't assume.

She took a deep breath before answering his second inquiry. "Being a new Beta is a bit...stressful—for me at least. I don't like being tied down and lately that's exactly what's been happening." The yearling explained, she would have gone more in depth bu feared he didn't want to hear the whole "sha-bang."