Lost Creek Hollow the kingsroad

Ocra blinked a few times when he answered easily then turned the question to her. She didn't answer right away, though her mouth opened to speak, but the answer remained mixed up in her jaws. In the hollow, she'd been alone, but she had wolves. She had someone to count on if she were to need help and while the dark wolf ahead of her (at least, he looked dark in the.. darkness) didn't necessarily give her the wrong vibe, something didn't sit well within her stomach.

"I have a pack," she told him. A small one, maybe, but growing at least, and with a fiery leader that surely could accomplish anything if he talked long enough. She wanted to ask the obvious question but her lips remained sealed to her better judgment. Instead, she rolled a shoulder, "they aren't here right now, though, so..."