Cedar Sweep i'll follow the sounds of wings

The girl's ears flick forward at what information the male offers, echoing after a beat, "pack?" She is intrigued, though it is intrigue mixed with dread, for surely visiting a pack would encounter social interaction with large numbers of unfamiliar wolves.  The other explains that food here is scarce than she thought, and her brow creases. "what do you do, to survive?" she asked, amending a moment later, "survive winter. never seen winter before." Her words came more often and with greater confidence, now, that she had judged the male to be no threat, and, rather, friendly.