Lost Creek Hollow but call me home.

Quill was approached by a white wolf with a distinctly blue nose, which she stared at perhaps longer than she ought to. When he spoke the tawny woman remembered herself and crouched deferentially, looking aside so he could know she meant no harm. It took a moment to recognize what he said, if only because she had been caught off-guard by his appearance, but when she figured it out she looked back to him (sure not to look him in the eye all the while).

"I am," she revealed, smiling thinly. While she was sure of this, she was not so sure that they were looking for others to join them. The woman had met many who were at capacity and so could not welcome her into the fold. Soon two others approached and out of instinct, she crouched even lower to the earth. The lone-wolf wanted no trouble, only a home.