Duck Lake the echo of some foreign song

Lennon gestured with his muzzle for her to follow, sending her an amused smile. ”Why are you all alone out here?” He questioned, just as he had Korei and Xahi in the past. She had no scents teaming at her fur, clearly without companionship. It was dangerous for petite wolves to roam about in solitude midst the biting ice of winter. 

The strangers vulgarity was a shock, he knew not to judge a book by its cover. Yet to see such a profane word escape a small wolf like her in the beginning of the conversation was not anticipated. In fact, he likely hadn’t heard a crude sound since the formation of his trio. Anyhow, her surprise failed to alter his acceptance, something beyond minuscule in his opinion.