Blackfeather Woods Friend or foe, state your business.

Nemesis halted in her footsteps, hearing the soft sound of another's footsteps growing nearer and nearer to her. She ducked down behind a tree observing the other wolf. Nemesis could tell by the female's scent that she was in Blackfeather Woods. But she certainly didn't look the part. 

From what she had seen, most of the wolves the habituated this territory were dark in colour, a portrayal of their nature. But this female was a pale sort of colour, different to say the least. The female seemed to be in deep thought,  with troubles of her own. Nemesis was about to turn away when something that Burke had said rang in her mind. 

"We look after each other". And she instantly felt guilty. It wasn't like her to ignore someone else's feelings dispite her normal demeanor.  

She straightened her posture, put on her "serious" face and approached the female.
"Greetings. I am Nemesis, I just joined Blackfeather Woods. And who might you be?"