Broken Antler Fen She's got a smile

As a young wolf, well, younger than she was now, Genie had never been much of a wanderer unlike her friends and her brother. She had always preferred to stay within the packlands and learn about herbs, plants, medicine. Learning was her drug, like how fighting and wandering was her brother's drug. But now, in these wilds, alone, the shadowed fae realised that this mindless wandering, this journey without a destination bore a certain thrill that she had never felt before. It was almost as addicting as learning medicine....just almost.

Now, she stood once again, unsure of which direction to walk in but secretly enjoying the simple spontaneity of it all. A gentle breeze blew past, softly ruffling her fur and bringing with it, an unfamiliar scent. An unfamiliar scent of a wolf...a female wolf from the looks of it. Her heart quickened, nervous about this stranger. Try as Genie would to mask her fear and appear confident, an insecurity and shyness lay buried deep down in the pit of her heart, slowly burning.

Genie stood still, tail swaying behind her as she weighed her options and eyed the land around, searching for the stranger.