King Elk Forest tiny cities

Now it's a party. \o/

The ashen woman's words regarding fishing elicited a soft chuckle from Sansa. She'd never attempted fishing and was somewhat reluctant to try it, but prey seemed so hard to come by in these new lands. "Me either," she replied before casting a hesitant glance towards the pack wolf. She was wondering why she seemed to keen on displaying her dominance when yet another stranger drew near, her stance one that commanded respect from the others. They shared the same scent, though the cream-furred female was clearly more keen on asserting herself than the other. Sansa studied her as she arrived on the scene, noting the unusual albeit striking copper markings that drew attention to her face.

Her words promoted Sansa's ears to twist back against her head. "My apologies," she offered. "I arrived in these parts just days ago and have had little success finding decent prey anywhere. I didn't intend to traipse upon claimed land." She continued to lie on the riverbank with her fiery audits flattened in an attempt to show she was no threat to the pack wolves. After a beat of silence, she spoke again. "I'm Sansa." Her gaze flickered to the other female who seemed to be a loner as well.