Lake Rodney You don't get old by being stupid

The old wolfs "dear, my dear" brought a smile to her face. She often gave others nicknames though not many wolves stayed around long enough for her to get one. She followed along the lake shore, following the old wolf but at the same time seeming as though they were following eachother with no real destination. 

She had chosen to continue the life of a loner, that was true. But not because she liked being alone. She liked the absence of the "pack", and often times dreaded the absence of others. She looked over to the old wolf while she thought. This was nice. They were both loners at the time and had no obligations except to themselves. If this were a more common thing for Rouge. 

He was a very friendly wolf and so she felt comfortable sharing abit about how she was feeling. "To tell you the truth. I like be a lone wolf, but that doesn't mean I like being alone." she watched and waited for his responce looking, notsure what to expect.