Swiftcurrent Creek Fool's gold [IC joining]

Satisfied that she did not carry disease or decay with her, Fox stepped back just as Danica introduced herself with a friendly greeting. Fox eyeballed her warily, though she did not intend to be off-putting. “Fox,” she replied, “That's my name.” The clarification was necessary, in case Danica thought she was merely pointing out one of the creatures nearby. It was a common mistake, to think that Fox's introduction was an alert that one lurked in the vicinity.

“I assume you seek a home here in Swiftcurrent Creek?” she asked. The girl had smelled naught of other wolves, so Fox could only assume as much. If that was not the case, Fox would begin a different series of interrogations that would be entirely different. She could not imagine a reason that a loner would linger nearby if she did not seek shelter within the depths of the creek.