Stavanger Bay I am not the slave to history but rather the slave to ambition.

It was a little surprising when she was spotted so quickly, the wolf's announcement and cheerful approach brought a curve of a smile to Rowan's face. She licked her lips, looking him over with a bemused sort of smile as the realization that she was a stranger dawned on him. "What, not happy to see me anymore?" She teased. Rowan wondered who he thought she might have been. 

"Rowan Mayfair, it's a pleasure." She said, her long tail sweeping the ground behind her slowly. It wasn't unwelcome attention in the slightest but she hadn't expected to find anyone on her little wandering journey.