Meadowlark Prairie i'll be home for christmas.

When Lele finally caught up with the trail-maker, she felt a little conflicted. The nomad in her wanted to veer off the path and put as much distance between them as possible. Self-preservation - first, social networking - later. The pack wolf, who was trying to be useful outside the borders, however, told that she ought to go out in people more and talk. However, the dark wolf put the end of this discussion going on inside her head, when he addressed her. 

There was a very pleasant quality about him and Lele felt at ease with him. Yes, he could always turn out to be something worse hiding behind that handsome facade of his, but she was ready to take those chances. "It is always easier to walk through a snow-ladden field, when someone has made the path already," she replied honestly. "I am Lele from Brecheliant. Who are you?"