Moonspear I think I maybe think too much

Aw, Pyx found a passive-aggressive backbone.

She felt a little put-out by his short answers. She felt a small sense of indignation at the idea of being unwanted by a newly met wolf for no discernable reason. She would never say as much, for she was far too timid, but she could think it. His answers were again short and now her blabbering turned from awkward to a bit determined, and suddenly she plainly didn't care if he found her annoying or not, as he was already annoying her.

"Must be hard to adjust then, to the Mountains. What made you join a place so different from your home?" Her own home hadn't been quite as mountainous as here, but there had been some mountains. It hadn't been a terrible adjustment when she decided to join. "Is it very different there? Other than the mountains, I mean."