Porcupine Ridge Take a walk

she pulls her muzzle from the river as the wolf makes its way near, offering no greeting save an introduction. "cassiopeia." salmon tongue slips from betwixt her jaws and flicks over her lips, catching here and there stray droplets of water.  "the sunspire." she surveys the woman, dull and brown and unremarkable in appearance, at least. gaze flickers to her, irritation bottling up her interest in anything much besides the hunt, waiting instead for whatever had the woman make her way over to her.