Horizon Ridge What remains

He seemed to pause and for a moment, she wondered if he would speak. But as his voice rose from his throat, she brought up her head and her smile grew again. Very few wolves or anyone for that matter liked to hear a ramble from someone, especially from a stranger. It was refreshing to get a comment back on her "cloud" ideas, as her mother used to call them, much less a compliment. Sitting up, she wrapped her tail around her small legs and tilted her head a bit before speaking. Howl...a strong name. I like it.

A small laugh escaped her before she shook her head, a twinkle in her eyes.  But it doesn't matter what I think of it. It's your name. Realizing she was rambling again, she went quiet. She looked up and held his gaze, and momentarily, words escaped her, a very rare thing. Blinking, she broke the gaze and stood, stretching slowly. Curiosity rested on her face when she caught his gaze. She wondered about the scars, but she instead asked him something different. Where do you call home, Howl?