Twelve houses of heaven and seven wanderers huh? [He listens to her story intently, laughing lightly at her actions with her brother. It sounds exactly like something she would do. He's not going to bother correcting the slip in the verb tense.] You're very much a wolf, alright.

[At the story of the snow, he simply smiles in amusement- trying not to think of his own associations of snow. He had become very good at it. Instead he thinks of his own memories of the Flanoir sky; the one he kept finding himself looking at whenever they would go there to not focus on the snow that laid on the ground. ]

It's true. In the northern land Flanoir, it's always winter. And if you're lucky enough to catch sight of the sky past the clouds- it's breath-taking.