thaaaaank youuuu
The creek had been her guide as she trekked through the wood. The shadow seemed to take comfort in the babbling of passing water. Every so often, she would move herself toward it and dip her paws in the most shallow portion of it. With a watchful eye, Ginsberg lowered her mouth toward the liquid and lapped up as much as she could stomach. When she could feel it slosh around inside of her, she pulled herself out of the creek and continued along her path. The shade that was cast overhead was comfortable enough that she seemed to linger for a little too long in the territory. It didn't take long before the scent of another caught her attention. In a few strides, she locked her eyes on the shape of a firebrand in the trees.
Ginsberg froze, her coat came to life and she drew her ears until they stood stiffly atop her skull. The water that had cooled her limbs had spiked there, crusting her paws in dirt and mud. It seemed that the territories there were rife with the bodies of strangers. It was surprising to her that there were so many who had sought to live their lives in the same stretch of land. The wind was against her, carrying her scent directly toward the orange-furred wanderer.
kek i am sorry for the wait
Ginsberg knew better than to expect that she could stop her scent from traveling to the stranger. Instead, she did what she could to make herself appear a little larger than normal. The shadow loomed where she stood, sea green fixated on the firecracker shape that had stopped at the creek. For all of her worrying, it seemed that the stranger was kind enough to issue a question about her wellbeing. The wildling was only moderately surprised by this. The wolves in the Teekon Wilds had proven themselves to be quite amiable upon first approach; she had yet to cross paths with one who meant her harm. Still, it did little to ease the stiffness of her frame or the wild rigidity of her dark coat. It stood like quills along her neck and shoulders, swaying with the pulling of the breeze.
“You surprised me. I didn’t expect to see a fire move through the brush,” Ginsberg returned, drawing her skull upward and offering a confident smirk. Without knowing anything about the stranger, the wildling could have assumed that the other was either passing through, or belonged near to the territory. Either way, Gin wasn’t keen on offering a rude word when the stranger had done nothing to provoke it.