Lion Head Mesa How do you know I'm mad?

She wasn't alone for very long, not that she minded. She may not understand the ways in which the Akashingo wolves lived their lives, but she had no reason to dislike any of them. Not yet, anyway. Plus, they had agreed to help them fight the Saints, and Arielle was extremely grateful. 

She turned to look at the woman, offering her a small but amiable smile. Nothing I had hoped for, she answered. She could neither see the future nor could it be found in the stars. Only the bear knew things like that. 

I'm Arielle, she offered. Then she turned back to look at the night sky despite that there were no answers.