Moonspear The lion cannot protect himself from traps

Revenge! - would have definitely sparked Norah's interest and, perhaps, put Blondie few notches higher up on the esteem ladder. Instead she went for poetry and, though the gray she-wolf kept her expression perfectly composed and focused on the subject, her inner self was yawning and rolled her eyes few times, waiting for the other to finally get to the point. In her defense - Norah had encouraged her companion with an open-ended question, saving herself the arduous task of telling about her own dreams and aspirations. On the other... by the time Opalia had finished, Norah did not know for sure, what exactly she had been told. 

Anyway... "Food and safety for winter," she replied, mirroring very little eloquence of speech and choice of words. "Who knows, what happens in spring..."  she shrugged. "Do you think these guys experience a lot of avalanches here?" Norah changed the subject, eyeing now the cloud covered tip of the mountain, where there was just as plenty snow as here.