Firefly Glen maybe you're mistaken for someone who cares

On a path that recently deviated towards lower elevations, she followed along a small waterway contentedly going nowhere in particular. It was her and the open spaces only, with just her keen eye to keep her safe and fed enough to keep moving. But it didn't bother her. She cruised along undisturbed as the dusk darkened, until an unknown scent started to tickle her nose, so she shifted to investigate a bit more while she was nearby.

Loud complaints came when she was closing in, and her ears cupped forward curiously. It didn't stop her from still encroaching on the young wolf any though. At the sight of him, and realizing how little he was, she was mostly just confused as to why he was out here yelling about bugs. She narrowed her eyes at him. "What could bugs even do to you to warrant that much noise?" she drawled as she came to a stop a few meters away from the frustrated boy-heap.