She had been traveling for a while, having strayed from the coast several days ago. Being the nocturnal creature she was, Narcisa had rested up during daylight hours and was now wide awake. The land across the river had interested her enough for her to cross, and so here she was, fur still damp. She was slightly uncomfortable being wet at nighttime when the temperature plummeted, but it was tolerable.
Narcisa eventually caught wind of another wolf nearby. She knew she should be cautious, but this wasn't claimed land, and frankly, she needed some connections out here if she wanted to last long. Soon enough, said wolf came into view. She was pretty, with several layers of brown in her fur and a light face. She was limping, though the injury didn't look too immediate, so Narcisa wasn't worried about an immediate threat around.
Hey there,
She greeted with a lazy expression, sauntering closer on her stilt-like legs. You alright?
This wolf was certainly laying it on thick with the compliments, Narcisa noted. But Max seemed genuine and a bit shy, judging from her body language, so she didn't mind it. She dipped her head in return and quietly let Max answer, interested to hear that she had friends around. But it didn't sound like a pack, and it didn't smell like one around here, either. Still, friends sounded nice—she hadn't had one of those for months now. She bristled internally at the returned question. Externally, there was just a flash of surprise in her eyes before her relaxed gaze returned. Narcisa really didn't want to delve into the mess that was her story, so she kept it vague.
I left my pack to find somewhere less... chaotic. I'm used to the coast, but there aren't many faces there. So... now I'm here,
She explained simply. Hope you don't mind me being here or anything,
She added. Max seemed pretty pleased to have met her, but Narcisa figured being polite couldn't hurt. Besides, she had no idea what her friends were like.