King Elk Forest let me take my time, oo.

Hm? Mitzi sighed as she looked up from her paw. She could make out the shape of another not far off, though details were generally blurred. She hesitated, then took a step forward, hoping for a better view. Mitzi barked back, as if to invite the stranger closer. Now a few feet ahead from where she had been, she could see the basic blondes and browns that donned the willowy body of who she then presumed to be another femme. Hello? she called aloud, unsure of whether or not she would be so lucky as to get a response. 

Dealing with strangers hadn't always been Mitzi's strong suit, especially when they spoke the common tongue. She had no accent, nor did she have any issues in her fluency, and she couldnt argue that English felt harsh in her mouth. All that she could say was that it was foreign, and Mitzi didn't like foreigners one bit.