Kildeer Rest Bring back the summer

Thuringwethil watches the wolf soften upon her approach and speak only a portion of her name. Where she would normally be compelled to correct, she doesn't, and instead offers a small smile across her muzzle when she closes the rest of the distance. She didn't expect to see the other wolf so soon, especially in her neck of the woods, but there's an ease in her presence that allows her to shed her ethereal façade.

"It is nice to see you too, though I am a little surprised," she confesses. Her scent is different this time, vague in the way of others and her own, individualized smell fills her nose.

The dark leader nods to the question, however, and she looks through the brush. "My home is not far from here," she informs, a slow blink and turn of her head returns her focus on the smaller canine. "Another scouting mission?"