Larksong Grotto Come Meet Your Match, If You Dare.

Aspen smiled slightly as the wolf came and sat next to her. Well that didn't take much convincing. She mused at the thought. He must really like this place....or her. One of the two. She internally slapped herself of the thought. It was not possible that Aspen, the broken trustless wolf could possibly even have a crush on this wolf. No not at all. 

She listened intently as the wolf explained he had been born in the rocky mountains and had been travelling with his sister for the past few years. She was curious as to why perhaps they had been travelling, why they hadn't stayed with their birth pack but she decided perhaps not the kind of question you ask a wolf you just met.

Besides, it always backfired when she asked questions like that. Wolves had a habit of returning the gesture. Although oddly, Aspen didn't feel like she had anything to hide from this wolf. She felt an odd connection to him, perhaps he had a similar story? One that she was picking up on. Or she really did just like him. Neither of which she could control.

Proving her point that wolves like to return gestures he too asked where she came from but added in another one of his pet names on the end. He really needed to stop doing that. He was going to be the death of her. "I come from somewhere alright," she mused. "I too am a wolf of the mountains although I have been travelling since I was about 8 months old..." she  said trailing off towards the end. Praying the wolf hadn't noticed any change.