Meeting others at the bank of the creek was not uncommon, so at first, Fox thought nothing of a fellow pack-mate slipping up beside her and mimicking her actions for a cool drink. It wasn’t until a few moments passed, until she had noticed an uncanny familiarity to the scent that she realized who it was sharing her morning thirst. Fox paused, mid-lap, tongue sticking out and grey eyes looking sideways at her previous opponent. Then she narrowed those same grey eyes, took a step back from the bank, and contemplated what words she could have for the very wolf who had given her these bruises.
“Have you come to train with the one who bested you?” she teased. Fox could train nobody, that was for sure. Still, she could not help thinking that it would piss the other girl off a bit. Funny, they had never even exchanged names. She was curious to see if her taunting would provoke her apparent new pack-mate.