Bramblepoint give me that vertigo

Indeed, winter was harsh. It was harsh on pack wolves but it was near suicidal to be a loner during the cold, brutal season. Genie hadn't lived long in this world and she hadn't had a lot of experience with winters, but she could infer from her own limited experience and the stories that her elders told that Winter was no joke. It was worse for someone as inexperienced as her. She had to join a pack before the north wind invaded.

A smile danced lightly on Genie's lips and she tilted her head. "I'm sure you'll find one," she reassured him even though she had no idea if 'fun packs' even existed in the entirety of this world. "I can't be the only wolf to, well, sort of enjoy your sense of humour," she laughed lightly to let him know that it was just a joke. She geniunely liked him. It would be nice, the girl thought absentmindedly, to be in a pack with Remi but she knew once they separated, the chances of them meeting again, much less be part of the same group of wolves, was next to none.