Sun Mote Copse I could lie and say it isn't personal

Wren barks out a laugh, something along the lines of a hyena's cackle, loud and haughty and full of genuine amusement. She found the thickness of her accent endearing, in a way; refreshing, compared to the sharp tongue that lapped at her ears as a child. It's, uh, waving a paw around in front of her, she slowly pieces her thoughts together. It somewhat boggled her mind that a wolf would not know of Montana, but perhaps that was her own ignorance. it's a place, it's what those two-legged things call a 'state'. She pauses again, watching for a reaction. Two-legged creatures did not exist everywhere, she'd recently learned. Wren had yet to notice any trace of them during her short time in Teekon thus far, which was a relief. Wren could not gauge whether or not Etephyr knew what those were, either. Lotta really, really tall mountains. Kinda like these, but... if they were more brown. Not a lot of easy food, it's really fuckin' cold, and everyone's kinda mean. It sucks. I don't really miss it.
A momentary silence drapes over the pair, coating Wren herself in a thick blanket that drew an awkward shuffle of her feet and a straightening of her posture from her. In a moment of rare vulnerability that she would likely regret, her lips part to speak once more. It's also got my family in it, which makes it suck even more. If she had hands, she would have taken a drag from a cigarette in that moment, flicking the embers on the ground and watching as they cool on the forest floor. Or perhaps send the whole thing up in flames. But hey, it's in the past for a reason.