Broken Antler Fen Oh, it don't work like it should, raised by the wolves

Liri's eyes followed Nico's skywards to the heavy purple clouds. They were like ugly bruises waiting to tarnish the land with their thick and unhealthy deluge. Without a doubt, the weather was bound to get worse; how much worse, Liri couldn't say.

"Mmm," Liri hummed in agreement. She was at a loss of what else there was to say about the weather. It was not the best of weather and that was that. 

"The same to you," she responded almost automatically. How long had it been since she had call to use pleasantries or make small talk?

"You're one of Burke's," Liri stated idly, if not bluntly. There was not much to say about the wolf before her. He was gray, his name was Nico, and he had come with Burke's pack. Beyond that, Liri had no idea what to make of him.