Neverwinter Forest Where there is a flame

Turquoise plodded through the forest, wondering where her new pack mates might be at this hour. She missed the hubbub of the Blackthorn clan and really looked forward to immersing herself into pack life again. So far, though, she hadn't seen anyone besides Styx and, of course, Rivet. She had no patience for the pack's newness nor small size. If she didn't see someone besides her partner, she would go mad!

Just as she was considering howling to grab the attention of her pack mates, Turq smelled blood. She began to track the scent, which eventually led her to cross paths with a large black wolf. He had the remains of a rabbit stuffed in his mouth. The tawny she-wolf halted about a dozen yards away, scrutinizing the stranger. Although she didn't much like males, she was so hungry for company that she decided to overlook it. Besides, he had food.

After briefly meeting his shockingly yellow eyes, Turq's gaze dropped to the meat dangling from his jaws. "Hey," she said, "if you share that with me, I'll be your slave for the next hour." Her black-tipped tail swished and she smirked, indicating the joking nature of her proposition.