Deepwood Weald parabol & parabola

Not once did the othre wolf's silent demeanor faze the joyful fae. She cast aside the other woman's look of slight mocking, considering it to be a humorous expression. She returned to her scatterbrained happiness, quickly discarding any notion that the other woman may not be pleased with her.

After her brief admiration of the forest around her the other wolf's words became a slight downer to the little wolf. Her words dripped false enthusiasm as she spoke, "Well...Only for a couple months. Long months." She paused. "I've been alone since I left my sisters. T-they weren't very kind to me." Her face finally expressed her true sadness, with a glimer of anger flashing briefly.

Feyre looked back up to the snow-dipped wolf's eyes, stopping herself from saying more. Her eyes closed for nearly two seconds, and when they opened, her merry attitude had returned. "What about you? How long have you been on your own? Err.. if you are." She looked around after she spoke, wondering if they were alone.