Snowforest Taiga Shigoto

The man seemed nice enough, and in a similar predicament of being hit harder by the winter months. Life as a loner had always been hard, but it seemed like the more she travelled from her homelands, the harder it got. Perhaps it was because her name meant less and less, less wolves were likely to do her any kind of favors not knowing who her parents were. He repeated her name and she smiled shyly back with a nod. “Thank you, sir.” She repeated back politely. “My momma would be quite pleased to hear you say that.” There was just a light hint of a tease to her tone. A pang struck her heart. It wasn’t often her mother was far from her mind.
 
She swiftly finished her rabbit, having it completely devoured not long after he had finished his and in that moment, she wished she had selfishly kept the second one instead of giving it away. No. You were being nice. She scolded herself for letting the thought cross her mind. The question that followed was a complicated one and she looked at her paws for a second as she tried to decide how much of her own story to divulge to the stranger. “I’m from the north… feels like a long ways from here.” She admitted, figuring the gritty details wouldn’t help anyone. “I decided it was time for me to find my own path, instead of the path my father set for me.” He had wanted so many things for her, but after her mother’s death she couldn’t live up to the expectations.