Ravensblood Forest Explore it right

Thistle had been sniffing softly at a lone plant that she had come across, thinking that she knew it and was trying to recognize it or remember it. She heard the soft foot falls of another and with a lift of her head her ears were erect and sky blue eyes searched for the owner of the sound. Her vision alighted upon a male not standing far from her watching her curiously. She inhaled once to see if he was a pack mate or another pack member. She smelled different wolves on him, and he was definitely a him.

She studied him silently for a moment. He stood taller than her, and broader. His inky black fur was an interesting contrast to her light colored fawn pelt and his face had a white mask, a white mask she found to be endearing to him, it suited him. She could not quite see the color of his eyes but she wondered at them. Feeling that he was no threat, she walked a little farther towards him and stopped a few feet in front of him holding her body language neutral as she was not on his borders or her own, a meeting of neutral ground.

"Hello I'm Thistle cloud. Was her soft spoken greeting as she held her head slightly cocked to show her curiosity.