Blackfeather Woods haven't you people ever heard of

she waltzed a while longer, until a growl stopped her in her tracks. the spindly coyote twisted to peer into the wood, ears like satellite dishes roving atop her skull. then the girl became apparent, a wolfess with fur of obsidian and pale snowflakes strewn haphazardously across her back. she watched the girl, paws ready to turn away and flee, save for a certain fact. 

the girl was pretty. beautiful, perhaps, for a wolf. and even though she wasgrowling and most decidedly unfriendly, Artemis had a little bit of a thing for pretty things and/or people; a thing that made her rather stupid in certain cases. and as she admired the rather angry looking girl, the case was no exception.