Lost Creek Hollow my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel

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Up bright and early as always, Ilya had already been wandering the territory in search of small game. So far, she'd only found one squirrel and it was nothing but skin and bones and had escaped up a tree despite her best efforts to catch it. The fae let out an annoyed huff of breath as she walked, soon coming across a new wolf. When she spotted her, she had only seen her padding through the wooded area, and decided, to her own personal excitement, to follow her. Truth be told she wasn't sure who the wolf was, but she was close to the heart of their territory and Mordecai had told them of a new pack member the other day. Using her best judgement, the black wolf only assumed that this was her. 

There was little wind that day(basing this off the weather from Dec. 10th, 3 MPH winds), and Ilya remained upwind either way, keeping her scent away from the nose of the mysterious female. She followed curiously but from a distance, tail wagging with a growing excitement for meeting the new wolf. She didn't follow for long though, soon the wolf began to break at a stream that ran through their territory, soon drinking the water. By this point, Ilya found it appropriate to introduce herself. 

She padded over after the wolf raised her head from the stream, tail wagging politely. She did her best to seem slightly professional, although by now she was far more excited to meet a new pack member. "Hi there!" she woofed lightly, as to not frighten to wolf via jumpscare. She smiled as she looked the female opposite over. "My name is Ilya, I'm the Hollow's gamma," she introduced vaguely, allowing plenty of room for questions if the wolf had anyway. "I take it you're our newest member?"