Cerulean Cape Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley

The girl shrugged a sandy shoulder, a little unimpressed with the question. Bored. Why? She lifted an eyebrow with the question, letting her bright blue eyes sweep over the pale wolf. She wasn't passing judgment just yet - but the sharp look in her eyes said that she was considering it.

In her mind, after all, it was a simple enough observation to make. Why else would she have done it except boredom? So the question struck her as asinine, though she couldn't quite figure out if it was deliberately so.