Whitefish River with the strength of the returning tide

ah so she too was one of the seemingly few that didn't rejoice summer. perhaps it was an arctic wolf thing? would make sense, not that she'd have gotten to spend enough time around family to even know. although the thought sounded bitter she had gotten so used to coming to terms with it that it simply sounded as a hollow fact to her, her life had been shit but it had been hers and nothing could be done to change that. "mm same" she'd murmur about her pelt's being thick. "i'd actually take winter over summer but it usually proves to be an unpopular opinion" 

so the woman was new around here, she had no doubt she'd likely find her place among them. from what she'd gathered they were vast and filled to the brim with every kind of character and pack you could think of. yet she'd remained around here this whole time...she mentally shakes herself, wasn't going to go back down that rabbit hole in the presence of another. although her company seemed comfortable enough to sit, tundra would remain standing- ears perked atop her skull. nevertheless her posture was not as tense before and although her gaze would remain permanently guarded it would appear to soften somewhat and no longer seem so piercing. "indeed they are" was all she'd say in simple agreement, feeling her gaze instinctively shift in the direction she knew her- the woods were. 

the next question thrown her way was how she was finding the wilds and tundra instantly felt a bit guilty for her lack of ability to carry the conversation- small talk just really was not her thing. as for the question, it had so many possible answers but she supposed she could round it up to no, not really. but that was her fault it had nothing to do with the place itself and she wasn't going to get all deep with a stranger. "yes they're quite perfect" the white lie was easy when you had no initial emotion to cover up and she'd push an easy smile onto her features to accompany it. shifting her position slightly the ex soldier would stretch her restless limbs slightly and then blink as an idea came to mind. "i hope you don't mind me asking miss but would you be a fighter by any chance?" the idea of sparring hadn't come to mind since she'd escaped to here but living in such peaceful conditions for such a time had left her not getting to do anything and she wanted to remain sharp. nevertheless the question was posed in a gentle manner as she knew better than anyone that scars did not necessarily make you a fighter and a dull pang would echo somewhere at the faintest hint of a memory. however it seemed so far away and it was all too easy to ignore.