Great Bear Wilderness Evening Flowers

"Too bad one cannot choose their own relatives," Norah remarked, though she had nothing against her own mother. They got along well, as long as they did not live in the same pack together. Sometimes she idly wondered about her mysterious sire Mahler, from whom she had inherited her good looks and of whom her mom spoke rather respectfully - something special shared only among few men she had met in her life. 

"I wish you all the luck in finding, what you are looking for," she drew the conversation to a quick conclusion, unable to come up with anything else that she would want to learn from this girl at present. "I will be on my way now," and with this she gave one last respectful nod and took off.