Blacktail Deer Plateau That Little Fallen Angel

It wasn't until a low chuff was released from the large ivory wolf had she noticed his presence, she turned towards the mammoth of a wolf.  Truthfully, Sage wasn't short, nor skinny,but her fur gave off the illusion that those were true. When in truth she was rather the muscular girl, yet when standing next to him even the mere hint she wasn't those things seemed to dissipate into nothing. His smell was unknown, but filled with other wolves. Likely another pack she had yet to encounter, only irritating her more. She had absolutely no idea that another pack was just next to the yin-yang wolves, so close to more information she longed for. While being annoyed that she didn't know his pack, Sage was still delighted to have a distraction once again. The soot-colored fae made her way closer, leaving enough space between them incase the stranger preferred space. In these moments it wasn't rare to spot a smirk across her face, however lately the young wolf had been spotted less mischievous and more mature—just another fact she dreaded greatly. 

It wasn't until moments did she realize his greeting hadn't been returned yet. For a second the girl considered lowering her haunches to a more comfortable sitting position, knowing she was one to skip to conclusions, yet was enlightened that this may not be a conversation to last long and getting comfortable wasn't much an option yet. "Hello," the shadow like teen nodded in his direction. About to gaze into his eyes until registering he may take that as a threat, and she definitely didn't want nor need to fight this beast. "What brings you out here?" If she was aware of Porcupine Ridge existing so close, she would have assumed him to apart of their pack, in her mind this was just empty land that seemed to once be the home of multiple wolves.