Dawnlark Plains An extra hour in the ball pit

The wind was against her back, carrying forth her scent and alerting all in her path that no longer were they alone. It put her at a sort of disadvantage, but that fact obtained little care from her. The land was free, after all, and so she did not fear the chance of an impending attack. Even if danger lingered beyond her, it wasn't like she'd be left unable to escape it. As long as she had her legs, she could run, and that was a good enough safety net for her. The chance that another might be quicker than her never seemed to register within her mind, arrogance clouding the logical portion of her brain.

For Sen, the sight of the other had come before their scent, and upon spotting them the serpent had stopped. Not a single step more was taken, amber gaze lingering on the stranger as they were visually worked over from a distance. The unknown wolf's ears were pressed forward and their tail raised high, head positioned at the highest point it could reach. All in all, the demonstration of dominance wasn't the least bit welcomed. To ask for submission was too much, she was well aware of that, but neutrality? That would have been far better. No matter, the Gorgon did not allow for it to phase her. Instead, her own ears pressed forward and her legs once again began to move, her path set to intercept the stranger's own.

"Unclaimed land or not, you walk around like that and someone's going to jump you for sure," the woman stated, blunt as usual. She had come to a stop once she'd been a few meters away from the other wolf, gaze appearing disinterested and stance leaning more towards neutrality. It was then she'd managed to get a good whiff of them, being made aware of the woman's sex. There was a bareness to it as well, a type she was quite familiar with—the female was a loner. Still, not even a flicker of interest could be detected on Sen's face.