Deepwood Weald Little weasels with tails of white

Heph considered his words with a spark of interest. She had howled with her old pack and learned hunting songs along with other tunes to both pass the time and build up camaraderie between them. While such words had failed, in the end, to hold fast the bonds between them she would not deny that they had brought her some measure of enjoyment to sing in rhythm with the rest of her company. "Huh. I'll have to ask if I come across her again, I haven't sung in quite some time but I have fond memories of it." There was a soft almost lyrical quality to the cadence of her words as she spoke, as if to make up for the lack of laughter which might have blurred the edges of the words otherwise.

Rodyn's response was not incredibly surprising but also not something she might have expected. Although it made sense that the season would bring about nostalgia if he felt connected to it. While she thought that his brown coat might make him fit in well with the sun-burnt prairie grass of summer, as well as the stark tree bark of winter she had to admit that the autumn leaves suited his coloration as well. "Ahhh that is fitting. I take it you're also not from around here then?" She had not traveled very far until she had come upon this wide expanse of territory to explore but she knew that the world was wide and surely not all wolves hailed from those self-same places and there were myriads of stories to tell and thus places to see. The two paired quite nicely in her opinion and her enjoyment of both enjoying good company and exploring new locales.

Thank you! I still have a few due but I should be somewhat returned for a short while :D