Nimbus Summit you don't understand a word I say

Althaia encountered the thoughful looking female in her wanderings, carrying what looked to be a delightful meal. She seemed to be thinking about something, though why she didn't simply scarf down the prey was odd to Althaia. Her scent was wafted away from Althaia, she could not tell if the maiden was a loner or a pack wolf. With an amiable chuff, Althaia approached, eager for conversation and perhaps, if the female was feeling very generous, a bite to eat.