Emberflame Ridge and they were roommates

yeah, no, i'm really not made for this. 

there was a notable ache somewhere in her mind or in the depths of her chest: a deep yearning for company, specifically of wolfish company (even better if it was a she-wolf, let's be honest) that had been present for generations, key in driving the evolution and survival of wolves but also because it was saarthal, and saarthal was never made to be a lone wolf. she was born to be with others, to charm and flirt and play. wandering was good and all, but it was slowly beginning to lost its spark. and the more time saarthal spent alone with her thoughts, the deeper into the darkness of her mind she went. 

which was why, when she first caught a whiff of a wolf scent, saarthal had scurried off in the direction until the figure was in sight. and because the roman really didn't think before she acted, she'd chuffed lightly at the stranger and bounded forward until she was but a feet away from the...fallen tree? copper orbs alighted on the piece of wood, then rose upwards to the girl standing above it. and god, was she tall. and dude her fur — what the hell, her colours are so pretty, her eyes are so pretty...she's...yeah..she's cute. whatdoidonow.

"ohmygod, you're super tall," saarthal blurted out, the words having been the first sentence to cross her mind.  wow, yes, awesome, just fucking awesome, saarthal, just say whatever the fuck you want because that's totally how you make friends; that's totally how you make cute girls swoon and fall of their tree trunks..wait no that sounded wrong, i don't want her to fall — oh for fuck's sake, i'm not going to argue with myself.