Otter Creek Hard on yourself

It seemed that her assumption was right. The male was not from around here, but when he revealed the information of where he was from it didn't give the female much clarity. She had never heard of this pack, so she assumed it was far away. "I don't know that pack. Would you mind telling more about it?," she asked, her voice light. Glad to be distracted, it was refreshing to meet new wolves. Perhaps not something she should be anxious about, this male didn't seem to judge her for her looks. At least not yet.

The tip of her tail gently moved behind her when he added his name as well. Her eyes looked kind and friendly, but there was a sadness behind it. Before there had been a joyful happiness that was behind them. Wintersbane. It was a really nice name, it seemed to suit him, for as far as she knew this male after a few minutes. He felt like a quiet calm, like a warm winter day. "It suits you," she returned to him, even though he probably didn't need her approval of it. "I'm Arlette," she introduced herself.