The white wolf barked. It was just a single bark, but it said all she needed it to. We will never be friends, Bane. I do not form friendships, The wolf thought, nudging her human's hand in an attempt to get some affection. Her human was the only friend she had, and she thought of the human more as a packmate than a friend. Packmates, like her brother, were more family than friends. When her human still did not react to Bane's presence, the white wolf whined, putting a paw on the girl's foot. Still no response. She knew something was off, but not necessarily wrong.