Marisol quirked a brow. Who was he referring to, himself or others he knew? She would have been a liar if she tried to claim that all the wolves she'd met here were shit but... no friends came to mind. Just because they didn't take offence to her crass way of speaking didn't mean that they liked Marisol, or that they even wanted to spend time in her company. Tolerance and actual appreciation were two different beasts.
Marisol- for once- wasn't going to argue, but she didn't let herself believe him either. That was a risk she couldn't take, it was the sort of thing her sister would've done and look where she was, dead and rotting in the ground.
"Uh huhhh." She drawled, side eyeing him. "Won't lie, it'd be a welcome change. Yelling at everyone I meet is kinda getting old." Good Lord, she was getting sentimental wasn't she? It tasted salty on her tongue, but she couldn't deny that she was telling the truth.
Marisol dipped her head as she watched her nails dig into the brown, mucky snow. He was right, they hadn't exchanged names. It might have come to that, eventually, but her storming off had put an end to the conversation- if it could even be called that. Still, there was no use in hiding it now. She'd seen him at her worst- or something close to it- so what harm could it possibly do? She wrinkled her nose as she glanced up, offering Niles yet another side glance. His name sure did sound fancy,but pack wolves always came across as such to her.
"Suppose so, call me Mari." It was only then she smiled, small and slight, as if the motion didn't quite feel natural to her anymore.