Golden Glade a wolf with no history is like a tree with no roots

Feyre was incredibely new to Golden Glade, and explored carefully. She followed along a babbling brook as she went, as not to get lost in the new territory. As she padded through the brush, she spotted a pure white wolf a few paces away. The fae was just sitting there, in the near middle of the woods. 

Feyre pause, chuffing lightly before speaking, "Hello! I'm quite new to the pack, but you must already know that." Her sweet words were followed by a melodous laugh.