Bramblepoint I'm trying not to waste my time

She is not alone for long.

The crashing is somethin reminiscent to a bear and she whirls on her feet, startled. She relaxes somewhat when she sees only a man where she expected a bloodthirsty predator.

Even as long as Liri has lived in the Wilds she has not seen someone quite like him. 

He is bulky and muscular, not unlike her own build except on a much larger scale. He may even be larger than Samuel as impossible as that seems. 

Liri has seen many wolves here but never has she seen a wolf with sunlight for fur. His coat is intriguing and she steps closer almost unwillingly, despite the trembling in her legs. 

As she gets closer, Liri can smell that physically this wolf is not male though he carries himself as though he were. He is overall, baffling to her. 

"I am on my way home," Liri answers softly, earthy optics scanning him for signs of aggression. 

"Friend or foe?" The Tiny Voice sounds like her dead sister. 

"I'm Liri," she blurts unexpectedly.

Without a doubt, she gives off a peculiar air. Thankfully, Liri is insane in an almost endearing, rather than dangerous, way.