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

Her brow wrinkled when he mispronounced her name, maw opening to correct him and then falling closed again. His next question demanded a more pressing answer, anyway. Her ears folded back a bit; it wasn't that she hadn't thought that far, but the matter had been weighing in her mind for a time. Sometimes, when the cold swirled around and the storms crashed on for days, regret snuck in. "I'm not that cold. I'll find a place - a good place, and I'll-"  Her she paused. Her plans had extended as far as finding a good place, hopefully where food and shelter would be ample, but after that - well, what else was there to do but survive?

"what do wolves do?"  Perhaps her wild cousins had found some secret to surviving as they did, something that did not depend on their thick coats or hardier build. Something she could use. She perked up a bit as he revealed he was in a pack. "maybe. yes. but - how do they work? I know packs hunt together, and there's a leader." Was there some way to gain admittance to one? As she continued to speak, she realized rapidly how feeble platform of her courage and optimism was built on; her information was lacking and her plans vague.