Dawnlark Plains These are the plains

Loir had recently fell asleep, her eyes sealed shut and her petite form curled into a little, cute grey-and-black ball of fluff. However, she had woken up once she had smelled another scent along with the feeling someone was walking towards her. Loir looked around as she emerged from her sleep and noticed a male, who had a limp, and normally when she would be able to maybe see a wolf's tail, she didn't, so maybe something had happened?

"Oh, hello!" Loir had said, smiling warmly. She didn't seem tired at all or mad about the fact that she had been woken up.