Two Rivers Isle somewhere new

*barges in slightly late*

Ever since her fateful encounter with the small group of coywolf siblings, Knife-Ear had been attached at the hip to the troupe. She even went so far as to rename herself, having taken a liking to their naming conventions - it was just so cool - before abandoning her roots just like that. One night she was a part of her nomadic birth pack, the next, she was gone. She was particularly fond of the one who called herself Daggerjaw, and was often shadowing the other female as she wandered. The pale coywolf led them along a river that snaked its way inland before parting ways to form an  isle of sorts. While often distracted, the girl always found herself quickly racing to catch up to her newfound friend. In no time at all, Knife-Ear had crossed the river and was dancing her way up the slopes towards the forest in the middle of the island.

"DAGGERRR!" she cried cheerfully in greeting as she neared her, before stopping short as she caught a glint of green in the darkness. She squinted as a dark figure materialised, her own bright eyes immediately honing in on the tell-tale silhouette of his ears. A smile spread across her toothy jaws, and Knife-Ear sidled up beside her companion with a gleeful giggle and jerk of her head towards the creature. "We have a little shadow!"