Moonspear one more day

The young female was quick to pelt her with questions. Liffey was surprised at her enthusiasm. Her only experience with young wolves had been her own cousins, and while they had been noisy enough, they'd never seemed particularly excited about her personally. She knew that her own disinterest in them was to blame, but still, it was strangely nice to be regarded this way. "My name is Liffey. And it's just a nice place," she answered, "Pretty, quiet, peaceful. And on summer evenings, it's full of fireflies for chasing."

Her attention shifted to Charon in a way that I assume followed normal conversation. She smiled at his comment, nodding her acceptance of his proposal. She was eager to climb the mountain as high as she could manage, though it did make sense to hold off until Winter was over. Snow and ice did not make for the greatest of mountain climbing conditions, or so she assumed considering how difficult they had made even the Caldera's modest slopes.

He looked to Galaxy then as he answered her question, and Liffey giggled to hear what he had to say. She tried to think of something clever to add, but she wasn't really the creative type. Quick-witted, yes. Imaginanitive (wow, I cannot spell) imaginative? Kinda. Creative? Nope. She could certainly appreciate that quality in others, though, she she kept quiet to allow Galaxy to prompt him further - as she felt certain the girl would.