Moonspear I thought I saw the devil

She waited for movement - for the slightest of shuffles - but for a while nothing came. How could they not have heard her? Or had someone recognized her voice and had told the others to stay away? Who would ever do such a thing? Her smile wavered, her tail lowered, and she seemed to droop as she went to turn her form into another direction. She couldn't always luck out, anyway...

Shuffles. Footfalls. The strange feeling of being watched. Chusi was quick to turn back again, now looking upon a thin and roughed up silver she-wolf. If it hadn't bee so long ago, Chusi would've recognized her easily, but her travels had turned her scatter-brained and she was in need of rest. But her ocher eyes grew wide, her mouth fell open and she was frozen in time for some seconds of dead silence.

Olive? She questioned, no hatred or disgust spilling over her nor into her voice. She was simply... surprised. Where was Dakarai then? Their young? She seemed to be alone...