Barrow Fields you're gonna keep my soul, it was yours to have long ago.

Easy looked briefly confused. "Do you have to be pretty to get attacked?" she asked skeptically, thinking that Dauntless wasn't pretty at all, but he'd been attacked. Maybe it was only girls? But that was beside the point. It looked like she'd been wrong about the man, and she was glad to set aside her suspicion in favor of eager curiosity. "Are you a lone wolf?" she asked excitedly, dancing a few steps closer, ears pushed forward atop her head.

Her dad had told her about lone wolves - how strange and unnatrual they were. He said she should be careful around them, because there was often a good reason no pack wanted them around. But Pema had been a lone wolf before she came to be their mom, and so had Cat, for that matter. She knew not all lone wolves could be bad.