Whitefish River I see you

"Why thank you - you are a true gentleman," Wraen praised her companion and cast a very sincere look in his direction. She had not paid much attention to his looks previously, but now that there was time to observe, she had to admit that the Morningside lad was a handsome specimen. Not just because of the gray fur that was similar to her own (she was not racist, yet somehow preferred grayscale palette over other fur colors), but those amber eyes - oh, my.

Not wanting to be accused of staring too long or too much, she went over to the goose and worked, until she had detached it's long and fat neck from the rest of the body. With herself settled down on the ground and her lunch secured between her forepaws, she finally answered Sunny's question: "They are quite a cool bunch. It started out with me, my brother and another two wolves and now we have grown into numbers and I don't know all of the recruits personally. But that is the thing with big packs, isn't it. What about you - I understand that yours consists of family members mainly?"