Broken Antler Fen Didn't leave a mark

Her stance became submissive, she knew this wolf was above her due to the fact that she smelt like the pack that resided here. Kareja was a loner and upon their doorstep making her the lowest ranked. 

The woman who approached was close to her size but vastly different in color. While Kareja was the color of freshly fallen snow this pack wolf was a rich brownish orange, the color of dying leaves in autumn. The other had taurine eyes while her own were sapphire. Both were pleasant combinations while the other's was less common than her own.

Her tail wagged slightly as she addressed the stranger, happy to have been responded to so quickly. "Hi, I'm Kareja. I was wondering if you had an opening in your pack for me to fill?" Her words were soft spoken and shy, open to refusal.