Altar of Twilight Forty thousand feet

a delighted giggle escapes her as she falls into step with the wolf girl -- oh, what a fun turn of events! what sort of place they live in, she wonders, what sort of wolves they are (a more grounded individual might feel anxiety at this prospect of unknown things, but to wb, it's more of an excitement). her steps are quick and dancing, wraen's question pulling a thoughtful hm-hm from her. "more'r less," she agrees, thinking the best way to tell what's gone down. "i was joinin' up with a group called bhediyon, but it didn't work out so we parted our seperate ways. after that i tried joinin' up with a pack on the coast but they were grumpy sonsa bitches so, here i am!" curiously she twists towards wraen, expression bright. "how 'bout you?" she asks, returning the question with the realisation she knows very little about wraen -- even when they met before she didn't learn much 'bout her except what a good storyteller she was.