Fox's Glade near the border

Sorry for shortness.

Grezig turned at the sound and saw a female wolf who looked as if she was covered in a dusting of snow. She smelled of multiple wolves, so Grezig had to assume that she was part of the pack farther east. A cursory glance revealed that something seemed off about the wolf, something was wrong, but Grezig could not figure out exactly what. “Greetings,” she said, a bit cautiously, dipping her head. “I’m Grezig.” She remained quiet, then, seeing what the female had to say, if anything. It had been she, after all, who had started the conversation by chuffing.