Sleeping Dragon Trials by Fire

She pinned her ears as he laughed about the humans. "I wouldn't call them interesting." She spat. "Selfish, cruel. Monsters. That is more fitting." Her family had been torn apart. She had watched her sister die of mange and suffered mange, an embedded collar, and hunger herself. And even when she thought she was finally safe, they had come in the night, burning her home and tearing down the fences. Her pack had been scattered. And all her way here there was signs of their destructive ways. Slaughtered carrion on the strange black pathways. Garbage that smelled enticing but would twist your gut for days and sometimes left you to starve nomatter what you tried to eat. "No, I am very glad there are no Man here." She bristled. She relaxes a bit at his teasing, and laughs as his nudge unsteadies her, stumbling a bit and nearly falling into the rich volcanic mud. "Why should anyone have only one friend, or mate, for that matter? I'm not greedy. I just know how to have fun." She laughed, looking up at him with her Come-Get-Me eyes. "That's what I've been told. Whitebark Stream. There's plenty of areas nearby two young wolves could get into trouble in..." She nudges him, then pads ahead a bit, swaying her hips flirtatiously. She swivels an ear as he finally spills his own story of fighting and bloodlust. "You didn't deserve that. Every wolf will adapt. Every wolf knows bloodlust. Some are better at a reserved demeanor, but every wolf has it's sins."  She paused, thinking for a moment. "The marks the humans left on me were removed. Would... would you like yours removed, too?"