Whitebark Stream Time to get some pistols and a doctor on site

With a cheerful sweep of her tail, the young wolfess mustered a jolly grin and ventured closer. Artyom let himself soften somewhat, a corner of his maw turned upward in an amused smile as she piped up in question. "Hm," the ranger drawled, "I suppose it depends what you would like to know."

She was a polite little thing, delicate and pretty, probably too young to be roaming around in Wintertime without the support of a pack. Artyom half expected her to have come seeking food or shelter, and knew he would feel obliged to assist considering her age. In the meantime, however, he figured he would entertain her curiosities and play along should she proceed to offer some girl scout cookies.