There are things that must be said, though Zhenya is not quite sure how to say them. As her paws pad against the moist earth, her tail swaying behind her, she keeps her snout raised for any hint of another in her area. Perhaps a meal lingers nearby, though for once, she can say that her thirst is at least partially sated. Rather, Zhenya is in the mood for a game, whether with a compliant subject or not.
Merrigan padded through the terrain, her nose at constant work to find any food or dangers near her. A crack of a stick in the distance alerted her, and she whipped her head to the side sniffing cautiously. Another wolf was nearby, and this brought relief and fear to her heart as it could either be a friend or foe. Changing her direction she followed the scent until she could see the dark coloed woman. Giving a Chuff of greeting she allowed her vivid grass green eyes to look directly a the stranger.