Lost Creek Hollow What to do about October

"I'm Aerasha.~" She said, lazily giving out her name without worry. Nor' did she mind the sharp tone or even the most hostile stance. The coffee and creamed dame took everything with a grain of salt and continued her ways of being a lazy cat. She only smiled with her bicolored cresent look, and gave a nod to the left, then to the right while looking at this large behemoth. The size remindered her of someone, but the personality was different. She seemed rather fun.~

Then her head cocked to the newcomer, a black wolf covered in scars. He gave his name and asked a different question, and Aerasha was fine to oblidge to their barrage of questions, "aaahhh, Easthollow.~" She was relatively new to that Pack and only met a few pawful of wolves. Though suppose that is where she is from, now. However where were these wolves from? Another Pack in the area? That'd be fuuun tooo.