Phantom Hollow Back Again

The wolf standing before her was, in the most simple of terms, gorgeous. Menta had seen wolves of unusual colors around here - in fact, that's the only kind of wolf that seemed to live here - but this one had her coloration flow smoother, with auburns melting into a dark undercoat and highlights (darklights?) abound.  The cream felt her tail wagging in response before she realized, and quickly tempered it down.

Ryūjin​, she blurted out. Nope, not what she had originally wanted to start out with. An inward sigh, a cleared throat, and the Theta attempted to collect her thoughts. Menta Spezia, the female tried again, not entirely sure why it was important to include her last name. Broken Antler Fern, though, that was good to know. Is Broken Antler Fern nearby? she asked, trying to distract her mind with the mental maps she liked to build.