Fox's Glade cus baby it's cold outside

The stranger seemed intent to study her – Capri assumed nothing more than lone wolf scrutiny, and she cast a small grin to the girl before continuing to quench her thirst. The water was enticingly cold – perfect for the burn of her sore throat.
 
An ear swiveled at the other as she conversed, her smile widening as she glanced upward now to regard the cinnamon she-wolf at the comment of pretty. It was a truly flattering notion, given the girl before her was quite the looker herself – one Capri could not wait to bring ‘home’ and introduce to Terich-mir as a potential traveling companion. Perhaps he’d be smitten with her and she’d become an unofficial aunt.
 
“You have a good eye,” she decided with a playful rumble, giving her silver and ebony pelt a gentle shake.
 
“I’ve only just arrived with my friend. We’re trying to decide if we want to join a pack around here or start one up of our own.” Brazenly, the girl cast her periwinkle eyes upon the earthen wolf. “Want to join us?”