Great Bear Wilderness Or Steepy Mountain Yields

Ellie's eyes had been closed until the point in time in which the male had spoken. She opened them lazily, for once feeling no anger upon being interrupted during a nap -- reason being that she wasn't really napping. She glanced over in the voice's direction and came across the one it belonged to. The male was a mixture of blacks and browns, and his eyes were the lightest shade of blue she had ever seen. He was handsome, she supposed, though she didn't care much about that at this time.

His words about the view being beautiful did not strike any sort of cord within her, despite the fact that she had been thinking much the same thing not too long ago. So what she said in response to his question/statement was, "Mm-hmm." Then she stared at him quite blankly, wondering how this would go, considering she didn't know this wolf (whom she didn't notice was part coyote) and the fact that she often didn't say much of anything unless she was angry.