Sunbeam Lair natural obsolescence

Brynn stopped walking and sat down at kind of an awkward distance from the stranger. She was bad at meeting new wolves and didn't know how close he would want her to be, but it would look even stranger if she got back up and moved closer, so she just went with it, cheeks heating a little. 

He stated that he had been part of a pack that lived here, and she wondered what it would be like to call this place home. It certainly wasn't anything like Easthollow, but it might be nice to be all secluded up here. Her old home was in mountains quite different than this, and she grew sad thinking about them. His question pierced her sad recollection, offering a welcome distraction from the thoughts about her past. Oh, um, they're not too close...Down in the valley, she answered softly, tilting her head in the direction of her territory. Don't leave on my account, she added, shifting her gaze away nervously. I mean, um, you don't have to worry about disturbing anyone here, she awkwardly elaborated. Well, um, anyone from my pack, I mean, she rambled. Seriously, why did she keep talking and making things worse? Her cheeks heated again and her ears fell a little. Sorry... she added shaking her head a little. Inside the security of her pack's borders she had no trouble talking to others, but out here, for some reason, she turned into a rambling weirdo.