Arrow Lake eyes carved in

her brow shifts, but she remains motionless. "I did not know it was possible to lose against an inanimate object," she answers. he didn't immediately come across as an idiot, so she supposed the made him clumsy. it is not so bad a thing as being an idiot, but it's hardly an attribute. 

she considers him a moment longer. there is something-half-familiar about the trace of his jaw, a nagging tug. she does not trust it immediately; it seems this mountain is packed with long-lost packmates, blood-relatives. she is only used to seeking out that familiarity before others note it in her, it does not mean anything substantial. "what's your name?"