Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

She stiffened considerably at his words, her seashell gaze suddenly averting away from him and his intense stare.

Her jaw flexed... a pale paw smoothing over the terrain before her as she forced herself to loosen.

Releasing a soft hum, she shifted her weight, curling to reach behind, working away the nettles and brambles from a lissome haunch of ivory.

They will search for me. They will find me. They know no other way, she allowed, her tone lowering. I wished to explore what it felt to be... How do valley folk say? A dispersal wolf? She paused, ruminating. Grooming her fur back to silk.