The Sunspire Frisky bitz thief

Curiosity filled her steps, her only intentions being to further scout out the land in which she'd stumbled across. Before having even stepped foot onto the gentle slope, she'd decided it was as far as she'd go for the time being. Her tribe needed her, and she would make quick work to return to them once her interest had been settled. However, it seemed things would not be so simple, for her eyes eventually fell upon a form similar to her own. The wind brought with it the scent of a male, as well as a pack whose name she did not know. He was dark in colour, just as she was, with silver eyes standing out upon his face. His physique, however, differed from her's greatly. Even from a distance, he could see he was larger in size, possessing more muscles than she ever would. When he started to approach her, she remained still, standing in place as she observed his movements.

Soon after having spotted her male doppelgänger, a familiar voice filled the air. Her gaze was pulled from the stranger and placed upon Leo, watching as he'd approached her. She'd not expected him to follow, though she knew that she really should have. "Leo," the yearling greeted, moving closer in order to touch her muzzle to his shoulder gently. She'd noticed the change in his demeanor right away, and immediately returned her attention to the unknown wolf. Her body remained near to the boy's, her stance undeniably protective, signalling the child was a companion of hers. "Hello," she then called out, the word directed at Damien. If her movement towards the sandy child was not evidence enough to support that she was of flesh and blood, then the sound of her voice surely would be. While apparitions could speak, the feminine pitch of her words would leave anyone who heard unable to mistake her for a boy. It was impossible for her to be a phantom of the shadow child, yet she knew not that to be the reasoning behind his approach.