Firestone Hot Springs baby, you're like lightning in a bottle

She watched as he lapped at the water, hesitantly following his example after a moment, finding the water odd tasting but soothing. She watched him as he explained, think a moment before answering. "I suppose."  She pulled her muzzle from the water, regarding the wolf thoughtfully, the epitome of wildness she had a conversation with now. "I kill to eat. but what I mean -" Here she paused, thinking of the tales her siblings told of wolves, mostly echoed from their mother or their own imagination. Vicious, territorial, murderous wolves, who'd kill you, but not as fast as they'd eat you. "what's your name?" She asked, abruptly breaking off her previous thought, unable to quick articulate her thoughts.