Moonstone Quarry sixth circle

Jaguara receives the other wolf in much the same manner the stranger regards her. There’s no outright hostility, after all she knows as far as her nose can tell that she isn’t digging around in any forbidden spots. For now at least. Instead there’s a natural curiosity that lingers between them, the familiar kind that sprouts from quick glances at an unfamiliar face. Tilting her own chin inquisitively at the sound of the chuff the ebony woman unwinds her stance completely, plopping her hindquarters down as she slides the light form of her body across her stone.

Her eyes though remain fixated, not in a critical way, rather they remain locked on the other she-wolf to let her know her attention remains. She is never bothered to make acquaintances. In fact she encourages fresh blood in her routine. If only to keep her mentally grounded in the world she inhabits. While she is no true stranger to the Teekon Wilds, she is far from a local and has much to keep up with. “Your style is very subtle.” She speaks, casually tossing her tail behind her in a soft beat, “I like it.”

“I’m Jaguara.” An offer for an exchange of names.