Lake Rodney With every small disaster

Kiwi huffed.  Apparently this wolf wasn't buying her act.  And here she'd thought she didn't need to try.

I want to know about your pack.  She answered, slipping a little more towards genuine nice.  She wanted nothing more right now than to slam this girl into the dirt but she needed intel and this was likely to be one of few chances.  There weren't many there who wouldn't recognize her.  Who was this, one of her uncle's bastards?  One of the golden bitch's? Her color made that likely.

I'm looking at options for joining for the winter.  How large are you?  How well prepared?  She asked, sitting down and watching her dig with little interest.  What she found so fascinating about the dirt was beyond the other wolf.