Silvertip Mountain There were no seasons in the cave

She studied him a few moments as he answered her question. He seemed to prefer his own company at times, which she could understand; she wasn't the most social wolf, usually preferring to be alone while she entertained the many thoughts moving through her brain. She had spent much time alone as a child, and because of that, had learned to process things on her own. 

But she never spoke aloud to herself. As she did with most things, she found herself curious to know more about this packmate. He was awfully cheery, which she also thought was odd, but to each their own. Yeah, I know what you mean, she finally replied. Then she dipped her head, careful not to meet his gaze. I'm Arielle, she offered.