Frostfire Ridge Therein lies the flowers of truth

Amalia was not one to often show any type of aggression, could she, of course. However, her family taught her to be amiable and friendly unless otherwise engaged.  She wasn't starving by any means, she was one solo wolf, with the exception of a friend now and again. She had managed to sate most of her hunger with small game, despite her size.

Even her family  hadn't really followed herds. Though, they hadn't needed too, there was so much game where they had settled down, though even she knew of what happened as the game migrated. That had been part of the contention in her family's pack.

I'm sorry I don't have better news for you. I'm Amalia by the way." She dipped her head in greeting, and perked her ears forward as he continued to speak.

"Oh I haven't fished in some time, though I imagine that water would be cold beneath the glacier. Must you fish only a little at a time as the seasons change? She was curious now, she had fished once or twice in her youth.