Kintla Flatlands coup de grace

Sage had been on a search for something interesting, her being easily bored by the world and so far her day had been reluctantly dull. Just when she was about to give up hope, the wind blew in her direction, carrying the scent of someone new. This was just wolf the dark fae had been looking for, and quickly made her way towards the smell. She hoped it was nothing she couldn't handle, but taking risks never really bothered the girl. She crossed over Moonhills borders and not long after could see another dark female a few yards away. She knew the wolf wasn't rouge, since her scent carried multiple wolves- she must have been in one of the neighboring packs. 

Slowing her pace, Sage began to approach the stranger, but came to a stop at a cautious distance. It wasn't like the girl to be rude, why would she? This fae gave her some entertainment, she should be grateful for her presence. "Hello," the young wolf greeted. Not giving a stance of submission nor dominance, but more comfortable and relaxed.