Firestone Hot Springs please sign on the dotted line

She waited for his answer and watched his lips curl into a smile which she mirrored without really knowing why. She not only didn't mind his company, but actually was growing to like it. After having literally ran out on her last pack, the Solstice, Maera had spent some months entirely on her own. It was nice to hear another's voice, another's stories and maybe, just maybe, share her own.

Maera's ears tipped when she heard his reply. She hadn't expected it. Of course the type wolves you shared your home influenced the way you felt towards it. Getting along with packmates was crucial not only to mantain your place within the pack but to make the pack as a whole function. Still, if anyone were to ask her what had made Duskfire Glacier so wonderful she would have thought of the fact that it was her parents' and of the scenery first rather than the wolves.
From the Solstice she had grown to love the sea and the nomadic lifestyle the pack held. 

It had been long since Maera had thought of a pack as family. Perhaps only when her actual famiy had been in the Glacier, and that didn't actually last very long. To Maera the word family, though hard to pronounce without bitterness and nostalgia, was sacred. 
Her family were the Sveijarn and the Sveijarn alone.
Maera had made her peace with being (and sentencing herself as) an orphan

"is your real family there too?" she asked, her voice slightly distant now. He then spoke of his interest and again, Maera's eyes blinked in curiosity. "i too wish to be a naturalist" she barked, remembering also how she had begun training to become a warrior before leaving the Glacier for good.