Northstar Vale set your soul at ease

She lifted a foreleg as if to stop back when the stranger began to exude what Magpie thought was something like admiration, but she swiftly dismissed that assumption as arrogant and likely false. Still, it offered the black-and-white woman permission to look— no pack wolf would address her so casually, and indeed, the other was not behaving as she ought if this truly were her home. The Corvidae allowed herself to relax, though her posture remained appropriately neutral-to-submissive if any pack wolf were to show up, and even offered Pipit a weak smile. "It's nice to meet you, Pipit," she greeted, appreciative of the friendliness. It was the nicest anyone had been to her in a long time— it was a relief to be a stranger. Magpie didn't think much of the fact that she had met another wolf that shared some other animal's name, for in her world that seemed to mostly be the way things were.

As she moved towards the other, all petite and tawny with mismatched eyes of moonlight and sunrise, Magpie thought she heard something— and as the wind changed, she smelled him. He might've matched the landscape had they been deeper in the territory, but the thick scent of his pack mirrored and overpowered the remnant scents they had left her. She rotated herself, backing away in a way that would allow her to keep eyes on him while simultaneously moving closer to Pipit.