Sleepy Fox Hollow By thee, old Capulet, and Montague

Sif's impression of this strange, new shewolf only improved as she approached showing all the friendly-wolf signs that Sif had learned to look for. Her own tail gave an answering wag, and her coiled-tight body began to relax into something far less ready to bolt. Something about this woman was very open and inviting, and Sif rather appreciated it.

"Fun," she repeated, not quite knowing what was being said, but able to pick out that word in particular as the words flew by her. Sif guessed she was talking about the leaves; it made the most sense. She was better at following along with her question and tripped over herself trying to answer the nice woman. "Yes! Me an my... my friends! Come here to live." Her tail wagged again, whipping her sides in her excitement at this prospect, as well as at having communicated so effectively just then.

Her eyes slipped to the woman's scars, her expression falling a tiny bit in sympathy. "Do you... cold?" she asked hesitantly, knowing that some wolves could be a bit touchy about their scars.