Fox's Glade cus baby it's cold outside

Capri was met with a rather cheerful greeting, and studying the other, the silver-tipped wolf allowed her tail to give an idle swing behind her in hesitant contentment. The stranger rose to her paws, and Capri noted with interest at how pretty the cinnamons of her fur were – the glint of morning light upon her. Even better – the laid back nature that exuded from her, only enunciated with a giggle after her words.
 
“Just checking things out,” Capri agreed, carrying herself closer to the other. Her nose tipped upward in the air, testing to see if the other was of a pack – but she could not tell. She was far too new to these lands, and thus far, had only come across a pack wolf from Phoenix Maplewood. “I didn’t,” she offered then, clarifying she hadn’t come here to stare at the water. “But I thought a drink would be nice.” With that, the Roux-Abrhen sauntered forward, her pale eyes regarding the other almost loftily. “I’m Capri.” With the girl in her vision, the rogue bent her muzzle down, her tongue flicking out to lap at the cold water.