Attention back on the blue-pelted man, a heat runs to her ears as he throws a compliment her way and she laughs. If she were younger, she would be abashed and stumble over her words.
“Aren’t you a smooth tongue?” Enough to put him in her good graces. She flattens her cowl which had threatened to rise, before looking at Nate with a furrowed brow. “Here? I’ve been here a few months. I’m not sure where, but I don’t think I’m near my home.” Jerking her head to the east, she huffs. “I woke up near the lake- I met a nice boy, but there’s a pack there now. He was friendly, and the other wolf I met from there wasn’t too bad. But I’d still be cautious! Some wolves get very defensive of their territories.” A remembrance of Fellfang and the prince’s acceptance of her while the pack displayed hostility to other strangers and even their own. Nate seems too kind for that, in her eyes, and she would hate to see his pelt cut up over a misstep.