Two Rivers Isle your scraps will feed the beasts

Laika really was in no mood for engaging in a worthy conversation with another. She did want to begin on her hunt, however stupid it might be, so as the ashy male got to his feet and began meandering off, the white wolf began to move too. However, the brown canine who had been lounging in the stream was now padding towards her. Laika stopped in her travels, waiting for her to approach. She might as well be friendly if she wanted to get to know more wolves who lived around these mysterious parts.

Her head tilted, the plumage of white fur gently blowing in the breeze. She tried to determine whether this stranger was was a male or she-wolf but it was simply to hard from this distance.  The wolf was brown, with darkening legs and tail. They barred tan markings on their face, chest, and belly and striking yellow eyes. She was lanky, but she still looked like she was keen, smart, and agile.