Cerulean Cape Time Does Fly

Shalon turned her head slightly, a new scent catching on the wind. Her silver orbs find two canids. She can't be sure of their demeanour, of the greeting she might receive if she approaches further. They have stopped perhaps for a specific reason, she was positive she hadn't crossed any territorial markings. Making her decision to introduce herself, Shalon took slow steps toward the two wolves, making sure they wouldn't see her as a threat. The sand shifted under her paws, and she continued forward. She dipped her head in greeting as she got closer, she didn't speak, rather waited to see what their reaction woud present.