His answer left little insight to the creature that he was, and on that fact alone the ivory girl had to keep a smirk of amusement from gracing her features. The conversation was very much like pulling teeth, and while humor danced in her eyes as she glanced over him once more, the slender arctic hybrid stood to her paws. “Well, I wish you luck in that endeavor then,” she mused quietly, her tail sweeping the air leisurely before she took a few steps back toward the thicket.


“I see I have worn out my welcome.” There was a small pause, and giving a small nod of her muzzle, the she-wolf swept back to the devastating maze. “Take care.” While she normally would have tagged a name on the end of such a statement, she didn’t know his.. and held little interest to continuing a one-sided conversation when the male emanated no emotions of welcome or contentment. Perhaps she had found him in a more foul mood – despite such, she needed to be on her way anyway. The sooner she escaped this thicket, the better.