Firefly Glen till we see the light

Abrupt and to the point: Simmiks favorite kind of wolf. She was eager to be home, but she could never resist questioning a stranger. She nodded when the other woman spoke the name of her pack. She must know one of her packmates to be able to recognize her scent that easily. She was instantly wary, unsure if she was maybe someone who didn't get along with them. 

Yes, she answered with a curt nod. Simmik, Neverwinter's Beta, she continued. Maybe her title would nip any trouble causing in the bud, or maybe it would make things worse. And you are? Better to get the introductions over with so they could get to more important things.