Fox's Glade have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets

@Hella
Although only a few days had passed since she'd last seen Wardruna, Sif was beginning to want for his company. Her trip to the coast had been long and fruitless, although she had managed to snatch a little game hen on the way back. It was now a little less than fresh - and covered in saliva, dirt, and puncture marks from her frequent games of catch - she thought it would still be a good token of her good faith toward him when she saw him again.

When she drew near to the area she'd met him in the last couple times, she caught wind of another shewolf in the area, with Wardruna's scent mixed oh-so-subtly with hers. Curiously, Sif began to follow this to its source, and ended up in a nice little wood, nearer to Easthollow's borders than she'd been before, but not too near that she felt unsafe.

Giving a warbling little call, Sif ventured further into the sphere of the shewolf's scent, wondering (nervously) if she would be well-recieved by the unfamiliar wold.