Silvertip Mountain Recognition

Aster backed away defensively, a low rumble escaping her maw, but she quieted down once there was a fair distance between them. She sighed before shaking her head I should just go. Aster, let's go she said to herself though in reality she was plopped down and ready the night's downfall. 
Are you a pack wolf? Aster asked, though her voice was flat. It would take a lot for her interest to peak again, but it was possible.