Emberflame Ridge Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

Qamar's mental note-taking was interrupted by the sound of pawsteps up ahead. Ears pricked curiously, she trotted softly toward the noise, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise. A big, rangy wolf came into view, meandering around the woods as she was doing. The male was all kinds of colors, greys, whites, blacks, golds, and had amber eyes almost shocking in their intensity.

Armed with only a smile, though staying a bit wary, as she always was of strangers, the silver woman approached him slowly. She caught a whiff of his scent on the light breeze that fluttered through the trees. He smelled of other wolves, and of the sea. He had wandered quite a ways inland to find this forest, then.

"Hello, there," she greeted, her voice a bit husky with misuse. "Enjoying the beautiful day? I know I am." She kept her tone light, airy, hoping to inveigle the brawny male into a conversation. She was not above a little light-hearted flirting, even with a wolf of a different pack.