Moonspear Like a toreador

She watched fondness creep into his features when he turned to look at the peak, and found it improved her impression of him already. He came to assume that many of the others here were like her- wanderers who had dispersed from a small, family pack, with a desire to make their own home and look for genetic diversity as well, of course. Here they had come and gathered, bringing their traditions and beliefs along with them, and mingled together on their new home. It sounded ideal, to Simbelmyne. 

They were certainly thriving, as far as she could tell, to have split off into four different packs. It made her curious what the others would be like, but she suspected it would not take her very long to find out. 

When he asked her a question, she was surprised. She'd figured she might be asked what some skills were that she could offer, and make herself useful, but instead he wanted to know where she had come from. "Inland," She said, with a gesture over her shoulder. "Very deep inland. But my mum, my grandmum, from the coast," She said. "On island." She said.