Silvertip Mountain in her arms a lamb

I mean, yeah.  That's what I said. She had an egging, "duh" tone when she said it, but beneath her fur she flushed.  She hated asking for help, but sometimes she didn't have a choice.

Unfortunately it seemed that he wouldn't be able to offer any anyway.  Where are you from?  She jumped on the chance to steer away from herself, and something about the way he had said it caught her attention.  It wasn't weird to meet wolves from distant packs, but it was weird to meet wolves who accompanied dead bears in caves. And did you kill it? She gestured towards the corpse. If so, that had to be quite the story.  And when Maia smelled a story, well.... she rooted it out.  Or made one up to fit, whatever worked.