Whitefish River [m] lava lamp

This male seemed to be like her. Not much one for talking—although Grezig spoke now more than she ever had before. His body language was neutral. Grezig let her tail wag once or twice just to show that she was friendly but otherwise made no particular effort to be overly nice. She just wasn’t in the mood to play the good little host. Not after everything that had happened. He offered her his name and she returned in kind. “Grezig. I’m—

Beta of the Blacktail Deer Plateau pack, is what she had been about to say. Except that she no longer wanted to associate with that place. But she didn’t know what else to say, so she just turned her face away awkwardly and looked out at nothing. “Are you alone?” she asked after a moment, trying to dampen the cringe-y feeling she was currently experiencing.