The decision to stay within the freelands was merely because she didn't want to feel like she owed anyone anything. Not for letting her live within their lands, not for allowing her the protection of a pack. Maybe it was dad's free spirit that had instilled that into her, but one way or another, Guinevere was determined to stay a free wolf. Dad had told her even his own father hadn't ever settled down in a pack. I guess you could say it was the way her line was. Free roam, unchained beasts. She smiled at the thought of that. If she ever had pups of her own, she'd definitely go with the same line. They didn't need to prove themselves to a pack to belong. She found she could feed herself fine on her own. And as for protection, no one really ever stole lone wolves anymore, and as long as she stayed hidden at night, the beasts couldn't get her. Perfect really.

She turned her head when she heard the steps of another, dark blue eyes taking in the femme's paler form. A soft, welcoming smile spread across Guinevere's face. She was not an antisocial wolf, she never really seemed to find anyone who cared to sit and talk, so maybe this was a good thing. “In the days we live in now, mornings are always better. I don't really feel like having my body rearranged by a bear.” She paused, her eyes flicking to the femme's face. She asked of where Guin was born, and that took some thoughts. “I believe I was born in Tavoria. It's hard to remember after so long. Dad was a habitual loner, as was his father, so I suppose it’s who I am to not have a home.” she twisted her nose as she looked around in the dewy morning for a minute.

“My name is Guinevere, by the way.”