Noctisardor Bypass fibonacci sequence

She kept to her steady expression, though a curious turn of an ear caught his confirmation about the coast, she assumed. While not a lengthy sort of detail, any firsthand experience could prove valuable; she let the silence settle there a beat, but edged in a question of her own: You see it for yourself? Any answer to that would tell her how much else she ought to ask, but first things first, she did owe some explanation on why she was here.

Not exactly, she answered first. Not mine alone, she breathed, stepping back a length so she could pivot herself appropriately towards the landmark that shielded the place. Her stance stayed neutral, not bothered; so it seemed. The wolves formerly of Lost Creek were in a strange spot of flux right now, but she was an adaptable sort, and it didn't bother her as much as it probably should--wintertime considered. We were a small claim by a creek just south a ways and we've headed up here tracking for prey mainly, and to put some space between the neighbors too, she explained, hence her lack of outright aggression, or a formidably marked borderland to state this for them. 

Things were still new, perhaps a little uncertain, but they were taking it by the day. So far, so good, which I suppose may turn into something more steady with time. Believe the place is called Noctisardor Bypass, she pointed up, implying the area gained its name from the landmark. That was how she understood it. Do you run with any pack now? Or does your search keep you busy? the scout asked as well.