Great Bear Wilderness Or Steepy Mountain Yields

Ellie gave a vague smile at the male's, "So she can speak." It was true, the she-wolf wasn't known for talking much, and when she did, it was usually in anger. That was something she really needed to work on, she thought with a grimace. It was getting in her way a lot of the time, making it difficult to make friends. She was quiet and internalized until she became angry at something stupid, whereupon she exploded in wolves' faces -- wolves she didn't even know. It was a bad habit that she was finding difficult to break.

"I don't scare that easy, you know," he said, breaking her out of her thoughts. She assumed he was talking about her "ultimate bitch" comment, and so she turned and raised an eyebrow at him, grinning slightly. "Oh really?" she queried. "And who have you known in your life that you would call an ultimate bitch?" Call it morbid curiosity. Ellie was just nosy, when it came down to it, and would admit it to your face if asked. She kept her gaze trained on the male, awaiting his answer.