Sun Mote Copse choke all my love away

The other wolf seemed to begrudgingly accept her statement, which brought a slight smirk to Feyre's maw. She neglected to acknowledge his noise of disgruntled approval, and instead persisted onwards with her seemingly onesided conversation. "How long have you been out of a pack?" It was a simple question, one formed by oberving his equivelent age. Her brow furrowed once more, narrowing at his feline positioning. She paused, shifting more comfortably against the rough bark of the tree, before speaking once more. "Or perhaps your name is something you more clearly remember?" There was a harmless tease in her voice as she attempted to get the creature to say something at all.