Fishblight Mire Turning away from the Abyss

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The rapidity with which the lone wolf emerged from sleep alarmed Qamar herself, and she took a few steps back as he lunged to his feet, gray eyes flashing. It took her a few moments to regain her composure and good humor, and she did so while hearing him out, patiently waiting for him to finish speaking before she responded.

"No, this is not my pack's land," she said, mouth curved in a friendly smile. She cocked her head slightly to the northwest. "We live in that direction. I was down here looking for prey when I saw you on the ground."

The newcomer was slim and lanky, with long legs and fur black as night. He was wary, and rightfully so--you never knew whether the wolf you'd meet in Teekon would be friend or foe. Yet she dipped her head in acknowledgement of his small apology and went on to do the same.

"I'm sorry for startling you. Just wanted to make sure you were okay. My name is Qamar. Nice to meet you."

He was clearly alone here. She wondered whether he wished to remain that way, or sought entry into a pack. If the latter, perhaps he could earn an audience with Asterr, if he had something to bring to the table.