Gyrfalcon's Keep Would you just come home

"Sounds interesting," Wylla said, but her tone was noncommittal. As a sort of permanent wanderer, that was her entire lifestyle, moving about and mapping the world, pretending to like wolves she couldn't stand for a meager chance at food and shelter. She couldn't imagine making it her official job as well. Talk about tightening the noose round her already chafed neck. "Why would you pick that?"

By now she'd sort of forgotten that there was bird shit smeared on her dark hackles, so she rose from the snow, unconsciously flashing her back in Wraen's direction for but a moment before turning to face the pack wolf. "Survival," she grated, flickering her ears as if the very notion of expending energy on anything else was offensive to her. In a way it was.