Arrow Lake brot und wasser

He invited her to walk with him and she dipped her muzzle, accepting silently and trailing after him. Her tail lifted to a relaxed position as she flanked him, slowing her pace to match his. It could never hurt to grow closer to leadership, to know who you followed and perhaps even use the closeness to rise higher. She hadn't quite figured out what her goals were yet but she had gotten her task and she figured taking the first step in a relationship with Mahler would help her make headway in this pack. She had already gotten on good terms with Stigmata or so she thought.

His question was met with no acknowledgement at first. She wasn't sure whether to be completely honest with the man or fabricate parts. "Russia. I once worked with humans. They took me to Russia. Raised me there. It was freezing, hard weather. I pulled a wooden thing with a team of wolf dogs"  she gave a brief summary of her history, flame-like gaze moving to their corners to look at him.