Shosanna

Of course not! I've been secretly trying to coax you in with one of my threads anyway ;D

Velox paused in her drink as another sound became apparent. Heavy pawsteps. She thought it might be Xi'nuata again, since they had talked in nearly this exact spot a few nights before, but the accompanying growling made her hesitate to think it was the amiable she-wolf. She looked over her shoulder with her ears back, prepared to fully submit to an angry superior, but she did not meet the sight of a wolf trying to assert their dominance; though his dominance was omnipresent in the dauntless, sanguine movements of the smoldering shadow.

A singular eye peered in her direction, and Velox dropped her bi-colored gaze and inclined her muzzle, receiving only an acknowledging grunt to her presence before he splashed chest-deep into the waters. Over the clear scent of the creek, her nose identified the stranger's pungent aroma, grimy and thick—vaguely unpleasant, but it spoke of his wild, virile ways, and she was not unimpressed. She studied him openly now, as his back was to her, and she studied the warrior's stature and build with candid curiosity.

She bent to drink once more as the dark wolf began to bathe, and thereafter did not leave during the event of it, instead choosing to ease into a careful sit on her injured leg and watch him more until he was finished. After a while, she spoke carefully to him. "I could help with your grooming... if you'd like." It was natural for wolves to be social, physical with one another, but for some reason she did not assume that this wolf would like another's touch. Just as Dawa, albeit in a different fashion.