Broken Antler Fen there's a fire, there's a flame

The girl answered with an airy "I suppose we are." Her gaze moved back to the girl, brow lifting a little concernedly as she continued. "I am, too. Though I don't usually track wolves around." She was a little worried that the girl had singled her out to track; though she supposed if it were for some negative reason they likely wouldn't be having the amiable conversation they had now. 

She chuffed with amusement as the girl openly expressed her disgust with this place, echoing her sentiment. "My Da told me that a pack used to claim this; though I really wouldn't like to meet the type of wolves that lived in this place."  The girl's thoughts on the flatness of the land she found odd, until she remembered the magnificent mountains on which she made her home. A grin played on her muzzle, wondering how the past wolves of the fen had made a home here.