Altar of Twilight Forty thousand feet

"That's unfortunate," Wraen interjected politely, but true sympathy was not there, because it did not look like Witchbaby cared for the disbandment of a would-be pack. 

"And still... despite the winter - you look quite well for a lone wolf," she observed, though it could have something to do with the girl's lighter build, smaller frame and general need for less food then most people to sustain herself and keep going. 

"Well, I with a group of other wolves just left Moonspear and we are founding a new one," she explained, idly wondering, if the coywolf would be interested in tagging along, but not asking it out loud. "Heading off to the bright future ahead, so to say," she said with a light laugh.