Stone Circle Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline.

Brynn smiled again. Sure, I don't mind showing you, she answered. Aside from her den, she felt like the territory belonged to all of them, and she had no issues sharing her special places. Maybe someone else could get from them what she always did--a peaceful place to think. She stopped to sniff a tree, but felt it held plenty of her packmates' scents, and so she lifted her head and continued walking. She wanted to know more about Ira but was firmly against asking prying questions of those she didn't know very well. She certainly wasn't interested in answering any questions about her past, so why would she expect that from anyone else. Still, it left her racking her brain to find a safe question to ask. She supposed she could just say nothing, but that was weird, right? Right. 

Do you like to hunt? She winced inwardly. It was kind of a boring question, and one that was probably pretty obvious since most wolves liked to hunt, but oh well. It was out so she'd have to stick with it.