Iktome Plains tooth and scale

Meteora's ears stood alert when a sharp command cut over the gentle crash of waves upon the shoreline, her sharp eyes moving to scan the landscape for its source. A dark silhouette was easy to spot, noticing her just as alertly, while another agouti female moved with a gait akin to an excited pup's— to the ocean's edge, the silver she-wolf assumed. Her gaze followed the movement for a time, and when it was obvious that her assumption has been correct, those sea-green eyes returned to the stillness of the dark shadow some meters ahead.

Steam curled from her nostrils like smoke in the wintry air, dissipating with the sea breeze. Her breath was even and measured; Meteora was unperturbed by the presence of kindred drifter, and instead felt an overwhelming curiosity and desire to interact. After a moment, when they had each gained measure of one another, she took a careful but confident step forward.