Phantom Hollow Helpful Hands

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Rhiannon had been lost in thought looking at the space that surrounded the female. Ears perked up and eyes glanced to her right as an unfamiliar smell reached her followed by a greeting. She had hoped it would be someone familiar to her but no this wolf was one she hadn't yet met. Her head dipped towards the newcomer as she studied him,"Hello to you as well." She returned his greeting before shifting herself to where she faced the wolf as he approached her.

In looks alone he was familiar to the other wolves she had met, which caused her to wonder if all the wolves of Moonlit Hills were dark in fur color.