Sun Mote Copse wait a minute i'm passing out, win or lose

she had not expected company at the mouth of the river, but it appeared another wolf was likeminded as she -- resolute to salvage her evening, the sunspear slipped carefully into the water and eyed the stranger from a distance. she was a pale creature, her fluff sagged by the weight of water -- where arunik'ra was sharply cut, this woman seemed made of a better and kinder cloth.

"nice night." she ventured, the thick accent somewhat offputting. she offered nothing further, though she studied the female for a reaction.