Cedar Sweep Reinventing the wheel to run myself over

It was then she noted something about the wolf, something that she had not realized earlier in her matter-of-fact evaluation of him. This Jem was undeniably, irritatingly, handsome. His pelt was pale as hers was, though it held a medley of shades, his eyes a deep sea blue. She caught herself, for a moment, admiring the handsome brute, but quickly glanced forward, steeling her gaze, before looking back at the wolf. How unfair.

It was such that she noted not the twitch of his ears, but simply stored the name in her mind, attaching it to the handsome male alongside her. "So, Jem the Wanderer, you are content, being a loner? It as exciting life, but also of hardship." Her silver orbs flicked inquiringly to him, wondering why he chose to merely wander, to be a free spirit. It was surely an enticing offer, to experience so much of the world, but not one that appealed to her at this moment.