Swiftcurrent Creek Still I kind of like this feeling of being left behind

Jasmine reminded her of a child. One who wanted to learn, but who had too much energy to focus on just one thing at a time. It was tolerable, in children, and in most adults she'd find it annoying or immature, but Jasmine was quite genuine. She assumed Jasmine perhaps had spent much of her life in summertime; naivety was not an admirable quality, but it did make her endearing. She knew very few wolves who lived as many seasons as she had without losing a considerable amount of their eagerness. She'd never wish that upon a wolf as bright as Jasmine, though she knew with realistic dread it would likely happen to her at some point. 

She did have some humour in her, though it was quiet and dry. She didn't bat an eyelash, as Jasmine frisked ahead, and then came at her with a question which she likely thought might inspire Moss to be more loquacious. "The Arctic." It wasn't the most interesting place she'd lived- but it definitely was the coldest, so she felt it met the question well. She glanced in the young woman's direction to see if she'd caught the play on words.

She would continue to patrol along, entertaining the playful woman's questions, without losing track of her goal.