Wapun Meadow Far From Home, On My Own

As the girl had brought her head back up and away from the steady flow of water, her eyes narrowed in on a form in the distance. Unlike with Faith, who she’d met in the dark, she knew right away that the form was actually a wolf. A male, from the looks of it, unless she’d happened across a land in which the women looked the exact opposite of herself. A preposterous idea, she’d decided soon after. She continued to watch him, studying his appearance and observing the way he held himself. Though no immediate threat was detected, she couldn’t help but be reluctant to make the first move. Thus, she waited, half expecting him to start in her direction. When no movements could be seen, however, she pushed out a short breath. If he planned to stay there, watching her as she regarded him, then that would leave her with two options of her own—to head towards him or act as if she’d never seen him. The latter was highly unbelievable, though, as well as rude.
 
Not wishing to risk making a bad impression so early on into her arrival, Asterr decided that she would need to head towards him. Crossing over the small creek, she proceeded to traipse in his direction, silver eyes unwilling to look away. Her movements were poised, paws soft against the ground beneath her. She stopped several meters away, placing herself close enough to speak without shouting, but far enough that she would at least hold a chance at weaseling around him if it came down to that. While the side of her mind focused on reasoning assured her she would not need a quick escape route, she gave the surrounding area a once over just in case. After all, it never hurt to be prepared.
 
Even after she’d returned her attention to him entirely, she did not speak. Not right away. She allowed for a few extra seconds of silence to pass between them, before finally offering up a greeting. “Hello.” Asterr took a second after to, very discreetly, take in some air. Her nose was met with none other than the scent of a pack, or so she assumed given the amount of other fragrances clinging to his coat. Different wolves, both male and female. She could not believe any loner would sport so many, leaving her to believe her assumption was correct—which ended the unspoken discussion right away. She kept quiet then after, both inwardly and outwardly, but did not cease in her surveying of the stranger.