Greatwater Lake True friends stab you in the front

The Stink of pack stung her nose and made her glance up, vivid green eyes staring straight at him as she noted his dominant posture and the growl that left his maw. Even though they were strangers and she owed him nothing she dipped her head low and spoke politely " Hello Sir, I have not intruded have I? I simply wanted a drink, and a way to release some pent up energy." she asked and then explained herself. She knew there was a pack nearby for she had gotten fleeting whiffs on the soft breeze, but she never smelled a border beneath her paws.


She sat down in a gesture of neutrality and tilted her head to the side, eyes studying him curiously. He looked like the berzerkers in her home pack, the ones built and raised to be the strongest and most brutal of fighters. This fact made her feel more comfortable for some reason, instead of instilling fear into her heart. "Would you care for a spar?" she asked.