Alpine Lake so delicate by one's eye

Her features smoothed as she took stock, and his gaze did not waver from the unseeing sight of her own as she did so. The ability to adapt was one particular thing he could not help but admire in others—it was but one skill tantamount to survival in a world that was very much drawn for the fittest of them, and he did not wager that her pack was far off at all.

Little girls did not often wander alone, at least in his estimation.

"I'll just have to try harder next time then," he rejoined, matching her cheeky response with one of his own. "I'm Dirge, from Moonspear. You must live nearby to here, I presume?" He struggled to remember the name of the pack he knew to be closest by, but it did not come. Fire-something, was that it? No...