Honeyed Pasture Exposure

@Dirge I think you wanted a thread? :o  AW though!

Her first impression of this place had been that it was going to be a fine place to hunt, maybe relax a few days, but the farther along she got, the more she was questioning why she was here at all.  This place reeked of danger for a single wolf -- the scents of bears and numerous coyotes made the fur on the back of her neck prickle.  Why did she come here?

Despite being an otherwise fairly confident traveler at this point, she was definitely feeling out of place since just from the fact she was on her own.  It was one of the few times she really did wish that she'd had backup here, that she hadn't headed off on this adventure in the first place.  Hey, at least now the weather was better -- there'd been a few really toasty days where she'd deciding traveling was off the list of things to do.  Yeah, that didn't improve her nerves any.  Her ears rotated wildly atop her skull, every little sound from anything bigger than a sparrow causing her to pop her head up out of the grass more like a deer than a predator.

Maybe it would be better if she got out of here as soon as possible.

While the scent of larger predators might prevent a wolf from venturing too deeply into the pasture, it was something undoubtedly that drew Nyx in. She did not pause to consider the danger she'd potentially brought upon herself: the depression, surely, that continued to consume her for the longer she refused to acknowledge it with words. A desire to test her budding belief that her life was not worth living.

There, she tried to correct herself that she sought nothing but solitude, though the sight of a rather anxious stranger distracted the golden agouti from her grim thoughts. Yellow eyes lingering curiously on the pale-furred wolfess, Nyx pressed on with an uncertain lash of her tail until she drew close enough to greet her with a soft wuff.

A dusting of warmth peppered the other female's dorsal and crown, and she held the leggy appearance of a yearling. She paused a short distance away, quiet as to present the choice of communication or going on her way.

Skydance's head snapped towards the noise, ears cupping in her direction.  Oh good, a wolf!  That meant she probably wasn't going to get devoured right this instant.  Good.  Skydance scuttled closer to the stranger, to a conversational distance.  She was, perhaps, being a bit more trusting than she should have been, but goddamn, she trusted a wolf far more than she trusted any number of other scents that lurked about here.  But safety in numbers, right?

She looked over her shoulder, just making sure she wasn't dragging anything along that would eat them both.  Skydance was enough on edge that she didn't have a put-together mask to hide behind.  Staying alive was more important.  Um... Hi.  Is there anything beyond here worth seeing?  Or should I just like.. Leave?  Even that she was unsure of.  Ugh.  It was much easier when things were nice and black and white and clear, -- too bad the world so often disagreed.  Heck, she'd even failed at giving a nice introduction.