Duck Lake :o :p :3

While fully aware of her stupidity for being out of her own territory, Ilya's boredom only drew her further from safety. She remained only cautious of scents, and even then she remained rather off-guard. The female was restless and needed a bit of wandering, perhaps a bit of danger would be good for her as long as she remained safe in the end. Of course no one could garuntuee that, and it was pure luck that it was a male from a pack that encountered her rather than the bloodthirsty cougar.

Ilya stood quickly, caught off guard that her silent hopes for interaction were answered, however she thanked no Gods for the new encounter. She let out a slight woof in return, her tail wagging to show her friendly intentions. She watched him curiously, looking him over. She sniffed curiously. By now he was close enough that his scent wafted just barely around him, but not close enough she could really tell where he was from. She remained slightly on edge, as she was unsure of who the wolf was and what his intentions were.

Her gaze paused and she focused on his face, woofing against with a light tone, she waited for him to perhaps make some sort of gesture, either friendly or hostile, and from there she'd react. She inwardly hoped for a friendly approach, as she felt she was much better at handling such.