Tormented Tarns nascence

The stranger, Amsu, was pleasant enough, if not seeming a bit eccentric. Harper wasn't too preturbed, or worried. She'd seen her fair share of strange people with stranger brains. They hung around the fringes of society but by god, they could be friendly as any other guy. She turned her face towards the sun, half-closing her eyes and enjoying the light and spare heat. The air was sharp and bitter up here, and the view was shuttered by fog. 
"So we're searchin' for the same thing, Amsu, that's boss!" She said, in the muffled voice of someone juggling the acts of speaking and thinking. She didn't entirely miss how subdued he looked, the weariness around his eyes. Harper didn't possess enough empathy to deal with problems like these so she simply said: "D'you wanna travel together? For winter, at least." 
Then, as if being woken up from a shallow doze— "Oh yeah, the name's Harper. Harper Auget." If she were human, she'd hold out a stern hand, but she happened to be a wolf, and so only bowed her sloping head.